well this is cool i guess

OK TIME TO ANALYZE THIS SH*T

FIRST OF ALL: AHHHHHKJLKJLK:L

ok so

first of all. yeah i think these shots are from the same location. same scene tho? doubtful.

kylo’s holding his hand out and waiting for rey to accept him while rey’s hand is outstretched in what looks like a use of the force. she’s also straining and crying so that also doesnt fit w kylo’s expression

ALSo look at the lighting/colors. around kylo, it’s v dark and warm while in rey’s shot it’s all cool colors (save the flames) and p well-lit

im guessing that rey’s shot comes first and she’s trying to save someone from something (bc why would she be sad-crying while fighting someone? *gasp* unless she’s fighting someone she doesnt want to fight…O.O)

and then kylo’s shot comes after/later on that day when all the fighting/saving is done.

what do yall think?

“My design kicks ass”

I really like the big guy and tried to draw a full-body picture of him… but I guess I’m in a bit of a slump and can’t draw as well as I could. I decided I settle on a dodgy mugshot, but I tried my best!

I probably got his design all wrong and didn’t put enough detailing where it needed to be, but I hope you enjoy. (Please excuse the eraser lines)

Monolith is my favorite character you’ve done… probably because I’m partial to buff dudes and robots, and he’s like two in one!

Thanks for making all this cool stuff 👍

So today my dad took me with him to visit some friends. I was hanging out with his friend’s eight year old boy, and he was playing Super Mario Odyssey.

Me: “Cool game!”

Kid: “Yeah. I already beat the story mode, though.”

Me: “Oh? What’s the story mode?”

Kid: “Bowser kidnaps Princess Peach and tries to marry her, so Mario has to save her.”

Me: “Ah, the usual.”

Kid: “Yeah. And then Mario gives Peach a flower to marry her, but she says no.”

Me: “Aw.”

Kid: “I actually like it. Just because he rescued her doesn’t mean he gets to marry her.”

So I guess the next generation is being raised pretty well.

anonymous asked:

Good morning Kauffie! How did you sleep? Guess what I found out Phillipa went to Juilliard so cool!! I go cut on my finger not totally sure how it got there though. I hope you have a good day at school!! Question: on a scale 1-10 how adorable is Lin? Personally I'm going with 910 but that's just me-BookAnon aka Kay!

Hey, Honey! Well, I didn’t sleep, but it’s all good!
Really?! That’s so awesome! About Pippa, not the mysterious wound.
Thank you! It wasn’t too bad, I hope your day went well too!

Lin = 96,000 😏

I’m trying to get jack done so here’s finally settled on Gem Lance and Keith’s fusion design Charoite.

Even taller beanpole, got that zip up collar and ultimate mullet. Also their weapon is like a double headed spear but the zip up collar is the true focus here.

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I was telling myself to keep it down and for once to chill with the colors and shit.
As you can see, I was extremely successful in that matter. (twitter)

Here, have an angsty R76 song.

(based on a photo)


fun fact: the most fun part was actually the stitched and tattered 76 on the cap, even though I only added it in last minute as an afterthought LOL 

nathalie's job interview
  • Gabriel: Any questions about your responsibilities?
  • Nathalie: Yeah...so...the whole supervillain thing...are we for real with this? Like that's a thing?
  • Gabriel: Part of your responsibilities as my assistant will also include serving as my evil minion. I thought your qualifications made you well suited for the position.
  • Nathalie: Right....right right ok so how much is the pay?
  • Gabriel: I've listed your salary here
  • Nathalie: No I mean what's my overtime? I get paid extra for the evil minion thing, right?
  • Gabriel: ...
  • Gabriel: ...I mean...yeah I guess...you can get an hourly bonus or something. Is that a deal breaker?
  • Nathalie: Kinda
  • Gabriel: Then yeah I can throw in a bonus.
  • Nathalie: ...
  • Nathalie: Cool so where's the evil lair?
PULP FICTION 📖 [ACT 1]

PAIRING: steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader

summary: nancy breaks up with steve and he is a bit of a mess when you find him. being the new girl in hawkins you try to befriend and keep nancy off his mind. it backfires and now you have him falling in love with you, as you fight off the urge to fall in love with him, too. [THIS IS AN AU!]

warnings: swearing, sexual situations, violence

a/n: quentin tarantino is my favorite director and i really love old movies. so here’s this. lot’s of music in here. also, nothing too major happens now. just two characters meet. this is possibly the maybe first time i have such an independant/strong reader

if you like my stuff and want to support me, don’t forget to treat me to a KO-FI!

MASTERLIST.

[ACT 2.]

music.

“Hey, sorry to bother you. I wouldn’t be if… if you didn’t look like you could use some company.”

Your statement is met with silence as the unfamiliar guy in front of you lifts his eyes up to stare at you in bewilderment. Late autumn wind blows past and ruins your neat hairdo. Your hand grips the strap of your purse; you note tears glisten in his deep brown eyes and decide to look away so he’d have enough time to collect himself. The guy sniffles, rubs his eyes before giving you a tight smile; He opens his mouth to possibly dismiss you, but you beat him to it, “There’s no shame in crying. If you’re sad, you’re sad, right? Nothing you can do about it.” He sighs, “May I sit?” You inquire. After a moment of consideration, he gives a curt nod. And so you do.

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They’re watching baby animals videos

( @greyhairsowhat happy birthday dear !!!!  (ノ ´ 3 ` )ノ  ❤️️💕)

((thank you to guest writer @hurricanesunny !!!))

Michael backspaces on the seventh text he’s typed out since getting here twenty minutes ago. That, of course, doesn’t include the panicked phone call in the parking lot that he ended on the second ring or the three blurry Snaps of the sidewalk that he deleted, but who’s really counting?

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CAPTAIN DIABETES: These muscles all come rather naturally alongside my fits of diabetic rage.

CAPTAIN DIABETES: But it was also a strong mix of eating my vegetables and working hard, too!

MOSQUITO: It’s true, he’s a hard worker.

CAPTAIN DIABETES: Stay focused and maybe you can be my successor!

MOSQUITO: I’m practically already next in line for that title.

CAPTAIN DIABETES: This is sort of supposed to be an inspirational message to your viewers, Mosquito.

CAPTAIN DIABETES: Let them believe that they, too, can be just as strong as Captainnnnnnnnnn Diab–

WONDER TWEEK: Hey.

MOSQUITO:,,..,          .,   ,    h,ey..,

CAPTAIN DIABETES: Oh, hey Wonder Tweek.

CAPTAIN DIABETES: Are we being too loud over here or something?

WONDER TWEEK: No.

WONDER TWEEK: I need to… talk to Clyde.

WONDER TWEEK: I mean Mosquito.

MOSQUITO: Yeah haha hey man I’d really love to talk and junk but I’m sorta like.

MOSQUITO: Busy avoiding responsibility and talking to Captain Diabetes over here.

MOSQUITO: Everybody on the blog loves him.

MOSQUITO: He’s so cool and totally didn’t beat me up like five hours ago or anything.

CAPTAIN DIABETES: Hey, it’s okay Mosquito!

CAPTAIN DIABETES: It seems important. I won’t stand in your guy’s way!

MOSQUITO: (fuck okay uh)

MOSQUITO: Well!!!!!

MOSQUITO: Guess it!!!! Looks like we can!!!! Talk.

MOSQUITO: Now, I mean.

MOSQUITO: Since there’s no other way to avoid talking to you now!!!

MOSQUITO: Not that I don’t!!!!!!!!! Want to, I mean!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MOSQUITO: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WONDER TWEEK: Stop acting like I’m going to punch you again.

MOSQUITO: I’m not acting like that!!!

CAPTAIN DIABETES: Have fun talking, you two!

MOSQUITO: People are asking you questions on the blog too!!!!

MOSQUITO: We can do that! Instead of talking?

WONDER TWEEK: You’re such an idiot. You know you let us all know how to log into your blog, right?

WONDER TWEEK: I can read all of the questions you’re getting. All they’re asking is about what happened anyways!

WONDER TWEEK: So fine.

WONDER TWEEK: Let’s answer some questions if that’s going to get you to explain yourself.

MOSQUITO: You’re too calm and intimidating this is scaring meeeeeeheeheeeheeeee…

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Couldn’t decide whether I liked the original better so I decided to stop worrying about it and just post both…

some trans keith headcanons bc keith is trans

and y’all transphobes can fight me on this i don’t give a fuck!!!!!!

  • he’s MASCULINE this isn’t even a headcanon this is just real life
    • keith is not a feminine trans man he isn’t the type to break gender barriers (not that that’s not awesome it’s just not for him!!) he wants to be very cis-passing and stealth eventually  
    • he would like to be the most stereotypical male possible and so he gets SO EXCITED about the little things that make him feel more masculine, for example: 
      • first time he really started to make his own money and had a means of acquiring it he went on a huge shopping spree to get all these men’s toiletries!!! men’s shampoo, deodorant, cologne….to most people these things seem so mundane but they make him so happy and excited
      • also when he’s shopping for these things for the first time keith tries on like 5 million different colognes and comes home smelling like some awful concoction of strong ‘male’ scents and shiro can smell him from the other room and is like ‘keith hwat the fuck’ and Keith just brings out his bag and is like ‘i couldn’t decide what cologne to buy so i got seven’ ‘and you’re wearing them all right now?’ ‘yeah’
  • has always been kind of quiet at least earlier in life bc he hated the sound of his voice….when he starts T he’s really impatient about it so if he has to talk to strangers he tests out what he’s gonna say in varying low tones for like five minutes when all he has to say is ‘hi can i get a large fry’
  • one time he fucks up his shot (he does subcutaneous which is right under the skin) and gets it too deep into the muscle…it becomes rlly sore and painful and it hurts to walk for a solid three days (this is me self projecting i did this last week dksnsksns) so he basically just lies around and it’s like ‘i never thought i’d say this but sometimes being a man actually is hard’ 
  • shiro is expecting him to maybe cry the first time he gets T because he’s been waiting for it for so long but keith gets so choked up he can’t think of what to say so when the doctor hands him the prescription he just goes blank and says ‘neat thanks’
  • he has like five different binders…,,shiro got him his first one like he helped him pick it out and keith was so grateful..,,shiro, being a great trans older brother to his great trans little brother?? iconic and canon 
  • keith, sputtering: shiro i’m trans
    shiro: oh nice me too
    keith: waIT WHAT’ 
  • he has always been athletic but he likes it especially bc it makes him feel extra masculine!!! lifting weights is his fave as well as sword work obviously and running, but he likes to bench press & makes like specific workout routines and goals for the week, it’s really nice for him, it makes him happy..,,and when he starts T it becomes easier to build muscle so !!! he’s making gains!! 
  • shiro: hey keith it’s your shot day 
    keith, staring at the needle: …it’s okay i’ll do it tomorrow
    shiro, three days later: keith–
    keith: ……it’s okay i’ll do it tomorrow 
  • the ACNE….you’re trying to tell me this boy is trans, on testosterone, and has flawless skin?? no bitch….don’t look at his shoulders…u will find acne hell 
  • when he first gets up in space he realizes he obviously didn’t have his T on him and he kinda panics but. eventually he confesses to allura like he has to come out to her because there has to be some way right??? and it turns out allura is hella supportive (bc oh surprise she’s trans too!) and the alteans have some kind of cool space equivalent that substitutes really well idk i’m not good at coming up with things but it…works ok 
  • keith, a whore for adidas and sports clothing?? u guessed it….that boy wants to lowkey be a jock. like an emo-jock mix 
  • there’s so many more but i’m running out of steam and i should really be doing nanowrimo right now fjeawkljf;lkwea 
  • anyway keith is trans 
Neighbors


Inspired by Shawn’s recent Instagram story and this line:

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”


She sighed, looking around the mess that is her new apartment. Her back hurt, her arms were burning and she was so exhausted, she felt like passing out.

“Where do these boxes go, hun?” her dad asked, holding up a box with “books” written on it.

“Just put those in my bedroom, thanks,” she replied, taking a sip from the beer her best friend had handed her.

Moving into your new fancy place in Toronto could be really awesome but also very tiring and she groaned, seeing all the boxes in her living room she had to unpack.

Her best friend put an arm around her shoulders and as if she could read her friend’s mind she said: “Hey, the view makes this bearable, don’t you think?”

She grinned at her friend, squinting her eyes a little because the sun is shining bright on the balcony. “Yeah, true. The view made me buy this!”

“So… when’s the housewarming party?” her friend asked, raising her perfectly arched eyebrows.

The girl shrugged. “I have to put actual furniture here first. And clean up. And decorate.”

“Yes, yes, Miss to-do-list, I get it. It has to be perfect, I know. As always,” her friend stated, rolling her eyes.

They laughed as they go back inside and she knew she’s nowhere near done yet but she already feels at home. It’s a warm feeling. And she knew this is where she belongs.


Three weeks later

She’s on her way to the elevator, carrying a bag with groceries and another shopping bag from H&M because she just couldn’t resist buying that cute dress and the sweater she really needed as the concierge calls her name.

“Excuse me, Miss!”

She turns around. “Yes?”

“Could I ask you for a favor, please?”

She smiles a little, nodding. “Yeah, sure.”

“I have a parcel for… um,” he looks at the box, “Mister Shawn Mendes. Your neighbor. I know he hasn’t been home for quite a while but could you just take this for me? I have no space to store this and I would have asked Mrs. Johnson from 310 c but she would just forget about it, you know how she is…”

He smiles at her apologetically and she nods again. “Yeah, I can take it. I mean… I haven’t seen my neighbor yet and I don’t know him but I guess it’s a nice way to say hello”

“He’s very nice. You’ll get along perfectly,” the concierge says with a smirk. “You are both young and so hardworking! And both charming young things.”

She smiles back. “Yeah, we’ll see about that and um… thanks!”

She takes the parcel, briefly looking at it in the elevator. It says “Armani headquarters” on it and it got sent all the way from Milan. She raises her eyebrows a little.

Must be nice being a superstar. Getting free designer stuff all the time.

She felt a bit insecure when she found out who her neighbor was. 

Living door to door with a teenage pop sensation slash superstar could be a bit frightening, knowing how famous he really was.

She dreaded the thought of having lunatic fangirls standing in front of her door, screaming and shouting Shawn’s name but so far it has been very quiet and she hasn’t seen him yet as he was probably busy being the good looking popstar he was, traveling the world, making girls scream wherever he went.

She didn’t really get the hype. 

Her best friend freaked out when she found out who the mysterious neighbor was, making her want to move in with her. 

Or camping on Shawn Mendes’ doormat.

But the girl living in the condo next to him, didn’t get too excited. Sure, he was good looking and talented and cute and all of that.

But she didn’t understand how people could scream and shout, seeing him, shoving phones into his face for a selfie when he was just a regular person who happened to sing and play the guitar.

She didn’t understand until she saw him. In person.

It was a Saturday and she knew he was home.

There were footsteps in the hall, male voices, sounds of a guitar and doors shutting and she took a deep breath, brushed her hair and ringed the bell.

She wasn’t wearing anything fancy, heck, she was in her gym shorts and a loose band shirt she got at a concert some time ago. And she was wearing fuzzy socks.

Not sexy at all.

And she regretted her outfit choice as soon as she saw him, standing in the doorframe, looking like a Greek God or something. A light stubble, messy brown curls sticking up slightly, wearing black pants and a white t shirt that fitted him well and as he looked at her, eyes a bit sleepy and a wry smile spreading across his plump lips, she had to swallow thickly.

He blinked twice.

She looked down at the parcel and up at him.

“Um… hi!”

“Hi,” he said in a deep, raspy voice, smiling down at her.

“I’m your new neighbor and I wanted to say hi and I have this parcel for you and um… yeah, hi…” she rambled, blushing a bit because he was looking at her in a way that made her nervous.

He was checking her out. Briefly looking her up and down and she squared her shoulders a little.
His gaze rested on her bare legs for a little bit too long and he bit his bottom lip in a way that made her heart flutter and race and she felt hot suddenly.

“Oh, thank you so much!” he smiled brightly, taking the parcel from her. It looked tiny in his hands. “And nice to meet you,” he added, stretching his hand out. “I’m Shawn”

She shook his hand, saying her name.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

He leaned against the doorframe, obviously not in a hurry to close the door.

“I just hope I don’t bother you with my music. I’m working on something right now and it can get a bit… loud,” he said with a smug grin, dipping his head a little, after nodding into the direction of his condo.

He was towering over her, playing with the parcel in his huge hands and she looked at his long fingers, noticing a silver ring on his middle finger. He was wearing a black watch that looked cool and expensive and she pressed her lips together. She understood it now. The hype. The fangirls.

He looked like a teenage dream. Almost as if he wasn’t real.

Too handsome for his own good.

She looked up at him. “No, um, all good. I don’t mind.”

He gives her a crooked smile, licking his sinfully plump lips. “Okay, good. Just tell me if it’s too loud… and if you need anything I’m right here,” he said in that soft voice of his she already found so endearing.

She awkwardly shifted her weight from one foot to another. “Yeah, thanks! Goes both ways… the if you need anything thing… not the music thing, obviously…”

She blushed and he smiled at her, running his fingers through his curls. “Yeah,” he replied, never breaking eye contact and she felt like dying on that door mat of his.

“Okay, so I should try this on, I guess,” he frowned, looking at the parcel and she nodded.

“Must be something nice… coming from Italy,” she smiled and suddenly regretted her words. “I only saw that it’s from Milan, I didn’t…”

He laughed and it sounded like the most beautiful thing she has ever heard.

“It’s okay! All good. Yeah, they send me awesome stuff now… it’s just really cool because I actually hate going shopping,” he chuckled, blushing himself.

She smiled at him. “Oh, I can’t relate. Shopping is my favorite hobby.”

He tilted his head to the side. “Yeah, well, that’s because you’re a girl… must be natural, eh?”

She laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I guess. So cliché.”

He smirked and she looked down, avoiding his burning gaze. “Okay, um… I’ll leave you alone now… so you can try your new stuff on and yeah…”

He smiled. “Okay, yeah, see you.”

“See you,” she breathed and tried to walk gracefully back into her condo.

Don’t trip, don’t trip. Don’t mess up.

She exhaled loudly, closing the door after her and let out a little groan.
She reached for her phone because she really needed to talk to her best friend now and she quickly typed OMG CALL ME into her phone, pressing send.


Shawn sighed in frustration, looking into his empty fridge.

Living alone was not as cool as he thought it would be. His clothes were dirty and scattered on the floor in front of his washing machine, there was nothing to eat and he missed his mom.

Coming back from tour to his new posh place felt good at first but now all he wanted was to go back to Pickering to eat his mom’s roast and he started to feel jealous of his little sister who got to sleep in a freshly made bed and eat home cooked food all the time.

He groaned, looking at the stove. There was no salt. He had used everything his mom had given to him and he looked down at the chicken he was trying to make taste somewhat eatable.

He bit down on his bottom lip, turning down the John Mayer song he was listening to.
He could go to the supermarket and actually buy food – and get mobbed in the process.

Or he could ask her.

He was pretty positive that she had salt in her perfectly tidy condo with a full fridge and nice flowers everywhere. She looked like a girl who had flowers in her apartment.

And nice pillows.

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. But he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Those long, lean legs. Her nice ass, he got a good look at when she walked back to her condo.

The outlines of her obviously nicely shaped breasts through that grey band shirt and he licked his lips again.

He was feeling frustrated, coming back from tour. He was needy, antsy somehow and he had felt hot and bothered, closing the door after receiving his parcel.

Leaning against the door he had to cup himself through his pants adjusting his cock that had started to stir against his boxers that were getting all tight around his dick as she had turned around and he had watched her hips sway slightly.

There were thoughts in his head. Thoughts he shouldn’t have about a girl he didn’t know.
Inappropriate thoughts crossing his mind. About her. Naked. Moaning his name. Panting. Legs spread and back arched.

He tugged at his hair in desperation. He shouldn’t feel like this about a girl he just met but the way she blushed and rambled made him want to be dominant with her. Be rather rough. Take her from behind maybe because he loved that position and she would feel him deep inside of her.

He felt guilty, thinking that. She probably had a boyfriend anyway. And Shawn would leave for Brazil soon. So that was that.

He hesitated a bit before knocking on her door. But he took a deep breath, fixed his hair and knocked.

His heart started to race, hearing footsteps.

She opened the door and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants.

“Hi!” he said, his voice cracking a little. “So this thing about needing something came sooner than expected,” he said with an amused huff and she smiled up at him.

“Yeah, I guess?”

“Well, I just came home from tour and the only thing that is in my fridge is some mustard and disgusting smelling milk and I wanted to cook something but I ran out of salt,” he frowned a little, his cheeks turning pink. “That’s why I was wondering if - um – if I could borrow some?”

She nodded, giving him a beautiful genuine smile and his heart did a stupid little jumpy thing he didn’t know it could make until then.

“Sure! I got you.”

She turned around and he was about to drool. He shamelessly stared at her ass and he didn’t want to be like this. Lusting over her like some horny teenager. But he couldn’t help himself.
He totally had the hottest neighbor in all of Canada.

She came back from the kitchen. “There you go,” she smiled and his fingertips brushed over hers as he took the small package from her.

“Thank you so much! You saved me from starving! I mean I could always order pizza but I’m trying to impress my mom.”

She let out a soft giggle. “Good luck with the cooking, it smells like you burned something though.”

He looked over his shoulder in an alarmed way. “Oh, fuck, yeah, I should go look after that! Thanks again!”

And with that he ran back into his apartment, trying to save his dinner.


She looks at her freshly baked cupcakes and knows that there is no way she would eat all of that. She had baked too many cupcakes and couldn’t stop thinking about knocking on his door.

She found it way too cute how he had nothing in his fridge and here she was, practically surrounded by food.

That’s why she takes two cupcakes, arranging them on a plate. This time she is prepared. With gloss on her lips, wearing her favorite bra and a nice t shirt, denim jeans and flip flops. All wavy hair and bare tanned legs. She knocks. And waits.

Maybe he isn’t home.

She is about to turn around as she hears footsteps. And there he is.

Shirtless.

Fucking shirtless, only wearing some sweatpants he must have thrown over in a hurry.

“Hey,” he pants, looking at her, slightly confused.

“Hi! Oh. I’m sorry. Didn’t want to disturb!” she says, no, gasps.

He looks almost photoshopped. Ripped abs, defined v line, pecks and arms, defined and muscular. 

She swallows thickly, looking down.

He looks over his shoulder, an alarmed look on his face. “You aren’t! All good. Can I - er - help you?”

“No, no. I just baked those and have some left over and I thought you might like some?” she says tentatively, holding up the little plate.

He smiles in a genuine way, looking very grateful. But still tense.

“That’s so sweet. Thank you very much!”

He presses his lips together, hearing the high-pitched, female voice coming from his bedroom.

“Shawn? Who is that?”

A blonde girl comes up behind him, looking like she’s on the cover of Sport’s Illustrated or something, wearing nothing but a large men’s shirt.

And now she knows where his shirt is.

On some blonde bombshell with a D cup.

Silicone probably.

“Oh,” she squeals. “Cupcakes? Awesome!” the blonde girl grabs one, grinning at Shawn.

“Who’s that, Shawn? Your neighbor?”

Shawn looks flustered and his cheeks are red. As well as his ears.

“Yeah… that’s my neighbor.” He awkwardly introduces them and he shakes his head slightly - desperate -  at his pretty neighbor who looks shell shocked with her plate in hand.

As if he wanted to say no no she’s not my girlfriend. She’s just an one night stand. Meaningless. I swear. I was thinking about you all the time. Imagining you under me. Because you drive me crazy.

“Um-well,” she blurts out. “I should… leave, I’m sorry. Bye,” she hands Shawn the plate as if it had burned her and almost runs into her condo, leaving an embarassed Shawn behind.

He closes the door, groaning in frustration. That was not what he had planned. This shouldn’t have happened.

His one night stand should have left hours ago but she was clingy and annoying and Shawn was too polite to kick her out. But it was time now.

The blonde girl is nibbling on the icing of the cupcake and Shawn picks her clothes up, holding them up.

“Hun, I really should work now, sorry but… you know…” he says, sounding annoyed.

Her eyes widen. “Oh, I see,” she says, sounding ice cold. “I’ll leave. I get it.”

He sighs, turning around so that she could get dressed.

“Bye, Shawn! And don’t ever call me again! Asshole!” she spits out, leaving his place and he slams the door shut. 

“Yeah, bye” he snorts angrily. Just to huff a frustrated “fuck!” afterwards, letting himself fall onto his couch, hitting a pillow in frustration.


He slams his hand against her door. But she won’t open. Of course not.

“Hey! I know you’re home! Come on! Please! Open the door!” he yells.

He rings the bell again. Over and over until it starts to get annoying.

She opens the door with an annoyed huff.

“What?” she hisses. “I’m working on a paper and I need to concentrate. If you would stop ringing my doorbell- that would be nice. Thanks,” and she proceeds to slam the door into his face.

He’s quick, sliding a huge foot into the doorframe.

“No! Wait!”

She rolls her eyes at him, opening the door again.

“Your plate! Here!” he awkwardly holds it up, handing it over to her. “Tasted so good, really! Thank you!”

“Mhm,” she breathes out in an annoyed way. She isn’t exactly mad at him. She’s mad at herself. For believing that she would actually have the tiniest bit of a chance with this guy who looked like a young god and lived the superstar lifestyle. Fucking blonde bombshells included.

“She isn’t - that wasn’t - that girl is not my girlfriend,” he blurts out.

“I don’t care, Shawn”

“Okay. Just wanted to make that clear. I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” he frowns, brows furrowed, curls messy and bopping a little.

“What do you want to hear? I don’t care about your love life or whatever… we don’t even know each other.”

She looks him in the eye, looking dead serious.

He licks his lip nervously and steps closer so that he towers over her, hands on either side of the doorframe. He looks down at her and gulps, tilting his head a little. 

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?” he asks, feeling his cheeks get bright red as well as the top of his ears and he shifts his weight from one foot to another.

She tilts her chin up a bit.

“I have to see about that - I actually am busy right now.”

She sounds distant and he sighs.

“Come on… please… I’d love to get to know you.”

She nibbles on her bottom lip. And he wants to kiss her so bad. Part those pretty lips with his and slip his tongue into her mouth. 

He wants, wants, wants her.

“Really?” she says, barely audible.

She knew there were girls out there who would sell their souls for this. A date with Shawn Mendes.

He nods. Eyes dark.

“I’m not who you think I am. I don’t have a different girl every night,” he says quickly.

“I know what you’re thinking. That I’m some stupid teenage star who has a lot of hook ups and gets drunk in fancy bars but I’m not!” he adds. “I’m a regular dude. Really.”

She shrugs. “I don’t really think ‘bout you so you’re good.”

His face falls. “O-okay, right, yeah. I shouldn’t have assumed that.”

His shoulders hang a bit as well as his head and he wants to turn around but she holds him back. “No wait! Sorry, that was kinda rude. I’m just- I mean… coffee would be nice,” she breathes out and his face lights up again.

It frustrates her how freaking adorable he looks like that, smiling, looking like a lovesick puppy.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean- it’s just coffee, right?”

“Just coffee,” he grins.

And he’s already so involved in this. He loves the chase. The thrill. And he can’t wait for what’s to come. 

CLYDE: Oh, why…

CLYDE: Yes, I know.

CLYDE: But thanks for reminding me.

CLYDE: HAHAHAHAAHAH

CLYDE: Haha

CLYDE: First of all, he’s not here bih he’s at home.

CLYDE: Second of all,

CLYDE: Not as cute as me though.

CLYDE: Last night while everybody was asleep (except for me obviously and I guess Tweek because he never sleeps what a weirdo), I saw the best opportunity for a picture of Craig.

CLYDE: Look at this ugly. He’s smelly haha.

CLYDE: Don’t worry though I felt kinda bad and so I put some cool filters over the image to make him look nearly as sexy as me.

CLYDE: I’d say this is a job well done.

Griffin: You wake up. And you’re not dead. Anymore.
Travis: Yay, we did it!
Griffin: If you were dead, you were dead for just a bit. Just a second. But you’ve woken up from that white space and you are laying on the ground, and when you look up, there’s Refuge.  And it’s undestroyed.
Travis: We did it! 
Griffin: You did, in a very circuitous way, I guess, save the town. Um, but-
Travis: Another victory for the - oh, we don’t have a cool nickname, do we?
Clint: We really need a cool nickname.
Griffin: I also don’t think “another” works.
Travis: What about The Thrifty Three?
Griffin: That doesn’t make any sense.
Justin: Tres Horny Boys.
Travis: Yeah!
Griffin: Tres Horny Boys.
Justin: No one say that out loud ever again, please.
Griffin: Well, that’s unfortunate, Justin. Everything you say on this show becomes canon.

Cressida by @gravityfying happy birthday!

I tried to message you earlier because I was in doubt about a few things, but you weren’t online… So I hope you don’t mind a few liberties I took… I hope you like this! @artgirllullaby did the shadows (and the gloves, was a cute touch - PS: Sorry for handing you a 6B instead of a 2B Lully, I know you tried your best ^^’)

I also forgot to sign, so.. sorry guys ^^’

Happy birthday, Grav! I hope you have a great year full of happiness and shining! And maybe join the shipping squad? *hint hint * lol I know these guys would love you there (and even if you don’t join, drop at @shippingsquad anytime you want to talk with any of us and also laugh on how we ship everyone lol)

<3

~-AC