@deal-right: I did it in time! NOW I can properly wish you a happy birthday lmao
I’ll take the chance to say that you’re wonderful (and I mean WONDERFUL) as an artist and as a person, and that you deserve the best the world has to offer. I can only offer you my boundless (such a word) support and love (and lots of fanarts lmao), I hope that’s enough, and if that’s not the case, I can always bring Panyairus (sorry not sorry). So yep, happy birthday and have fun looking at the small drawings on the papers <3
OMG DEAL <3 <3 <3
I don’t think I can express how much I love this??? So many details, so many things…even Egg is there!! And of course, Athela too, but that’s not a surprise, is it? ;D
dksjfasdglsd I am so happy <3 <3 Really, thank you so much QuQ Love you!!!!
summary: you watched and watched as taehyung suffered from his one-sided love, comforting him when he cried, comforting him as he threw up those fucking flower petals. it hurt you whenever he would stare lovingly into that girl’s eyes, giggling and playing with her hair. it pained you when he kept throwing up flowers, pushing the thought that his lover didn’t love him away; he was so dejected, yet he never saw how much happiness he brought to you.
“Fuck!” The limp, weak male curled over the toilet as he slammed his hand on the ground, tears slipping out from his eyes and dripping down his face. You rubbed his back as he threw up, watching as the flowers cascaded down and into the water. They were quite beautiful, actually - the varieties of shapes and colors, how they seemed almost too perfect to exist. Yet, they had to exist in Taehyung.
Kim Taehyung, 21 years of age. Always sweet and kind, not to mention that his looks and personality caught women’s attention quickly. He had been dating a girl for almost two years now, a girl named Suha. You hated the girl’s name, not understanding how Taehyung was still by her side; the girl would date other boys behind his back, coming back to him with obvious visible hickeys that formed over time from her other “boyfriends.” He never seemed to notice them - you felt sad for Taehyung. He had searched for the one for almost his whole life, being dejected and having two day girlfriends. Suha was the only one he seemed to connect with. Well, that was what he thought. She was a liar, god damn bitch and never deserved Taehyung’s love - it made your blood boil. Your eyes watched him as he let out a dry, painful cough with a choked sob, his shaky hand clutching onto your arm - he clung to it as the flowers kept flowing out, as if he were hanging onto it for dear life. The dim light flickered for a split second, the quiet honking of the cars passing by muted by the walls of the house.
“(y/n),” Taheyung choked, attempting to speak while the flowers were beginning to become smaller in groups, hinting that the end was almost near. “I-I- water..” you let out a small sigh, putting a finger to your lips.
“No talking, Tae. It’ll be painful if you do.” You whispered softly, stroking his head slowly. The two of you sat there for about two more minutes before he could finally breathe, looking up at the ceiling. His eyes were bloodshot from the countless nights of throwing up and extremely red from the crying. You smiled and ran your thumb over his knuckles, patting his arm. “It’s over now. I’ll get you some water, alright? Stay here and don’t move.” He nodded, lowering his head and removing his hand from your arm. Standing up, you quickly forced yourself to walk towards the kitchen and grab a glass of water, staring at the clock with tired eyes as the cup was being filled. It read 3 AM, and even after all the times you stayed awake to help him, your body wouldn’t damn adjust.
Returning to Taehyung, you sat down next to him and helped him drink the water, tipping the water into his mouth. He wiped his eyes quickly, smiling at you weakly. “Thank you, (y/n). What would I ever do without you?~” He faked a sob, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tightly. You let out a quiet chuckle, rocking him side to side while he drifted into sleep. Gosh, time really did seem to fly when you were with him. It was already about 5 AM, and you had classes at seven.
“Alright, lets go,” you murmured, helping him up and wrapping his arm around your neck, stumbling to his room and dropping him on his bed. You stared at him sleep peacefully, his face paler than usual. A small sigh escaping your lips once again, you turned around and shut the lights off. “Good night, Taehyung.”
Picking up the phone as it vibrated against the bathroom counter, you answered the call. “Heoo?” You asked as you brushed your teeth, staring at the mirror.
“(yn)! I’m going on another date with Suha!” Taehyung’s voice piped loudly, causing you to move the phone away from your ear. You felt yourself rolling your eyes, spitting the toothpaste out and rinsing your mouth.
“What help do you need now?” You asked, wiping your mouth with a towel and walking to your bedroom and opening the closet door.
“Aish, don’t act like I’m such a burden, (y/n)!~” He giggled over the phone while you picked out clothes, laying them on the bed. Placing the phone on the dresser and pressing the speaker button, you groaned loudly.
“Just tell me what you need help with, Tae.”
You quickly changed into your clothes, standing up correctly and staring at the body mirror in the corner of your room. You chose a plain, flowery blouse with the color of comforting pastel pink along with a simple pair of light blue jeans.You slipped your socks on, taking your phone off the dresser and grabbing your bag. “Alright, so what did you need again?” You spoke, taking him off the speaker and bringing the phone close to your ear, walking downstairs and grabbing your shoes.
“Okay, so I heard she likes flowers and stuff, so should I bring her flowers?”
“..Taehyung,” you let out another groan, walking out the house and shutting the door closed behind you. “yes. you should, you idiot.” He giggled as you locked the door, turning around and walking towards the college building. “I gotta go. Have fun, Taehyung.” Ending the call with a glare at the phone, you shoved it in your pocket and opened the doors to the building, rushing over to your friends waiting near the classrooms.
“(y/n)!” A girl with large, rimmed glasses waved excitedly, her short, black hair bouncing up and down.
“Hey, Jenny.” You smiled, giving a hug to everyone else.
“Somethin’ wrong? You sound tired.” Another girl spoke up quickly, her doe eyes wide and filled with worry.
“I’m fine, Yoni. Taehyung just asked me to help with Suha again, that’s it.” Your hand clutched the strap of your bag tightly as they both let out a groan of frustration.
“Come on, (y/n). Just make him break up with her. Has he not seen her with other boys already?!” Yoni sighed, tucking a piece of her loose hair behind her ear. “I mean, I know he’s been searching for, um..” quoting the air with her fingers, “the one, but he’s just super..”
“Don’t say it, Yoni.” You held up your hand, shaking your head slowly. “It’s fine. He’s just gonna keep chasing after her.” Jenny stared at you with a stoic expression, grabbing both of you and Yoni’s arm, dragging you to class.
“Whatever, that dude is too stupid anyways. Lets go to class.”
Her stingy response caused Yoni to look at you with a confused expression, eyebrows raised and mouth agape. You shrugged. Jenny never liked Taehyung in general because he was too naive and slow-minded; she, of course, according to the cliche, was the smart kid who hated the “dumb” ones. Taehyung did not fit your definition of dumb in your book, just..caught up in his own mind sometimes. Jenny proceeded to drag the two of you to class and plopped you down smack into two empty seats, ignoring the yells from the professor for walking in so abruptly, interrupting his lesson. Her face wore a smug smirk, grabbing her pencil case out and laying the supplies down on the table.
“This is..gonna be a long day, isn’t it?” Yoni whispered.
The day went by quickly, and before you knew it you were outside the college door and dialing Taehyung. It was silly, actually - how you would call him right you went out of school. People were considering that the two of you were dating, but you quickly denied that ridiculous rumor. Of course, the two of you were close; he had been friends with you since you could first remember. The light breeze blew your hair in your face as Taehyung answered the call, letting out a tired sigh.
“Let me guess,” You began to walk away from the entrance, moving the hair out your face. “she said she had something to do and left.”
“Taehyung, come to my house. Sleepover.”
You hurried over to the convenience store, grabbing as many snacks as you could and stuck a box of Pocky in your mouth, furrowing your eyebrows while you counted the price. “Okay, if I just get rid of the chips, I should be fine.” You smiled at your math skills, returning to the cashier and laying the snacks down on the table.
“Oh my, that’s a lot. Party?” The man asked as he began to scan the items, placing them in the small bags on the side.
“Have fun, then.” He smiled, handing you the bags. You nodded, giving him the money and smiling back.
“Thank you!” You hurried out the store, rushing to the front of your house, bumping into Taehyung.
“Oh! (y/n)! You got snacks!” He grinned, taking some bags off your hands. You grabbed the key out of your bag, sliding it in the hole and opening the door for the two of you.
“Of course I did. We do this every time.” You told him, dropping off your bag and walking to the kitchen, pouring the snacks down.
“There’s so much! Did you get like, money from the heavens or something?!” Taehyung gasped, staring at you with wide eyes. He stared at the snacks with awe as you took a bottle of water, taking a small sip.
“I wanna make sure you don’t feel so bad when those flowers come up again.”
His face fell almost immediately, bringing his hand up to his throat and setting the bags down. “Oh, yeah. Lets get ready,” he whispered, rubbing around his throat and chuckling softly.
“She what?!” You shrieked, sitting up from the floor and dropping a chip. Taehyung laughed, laying down on the pillow.
“You’re really funny, (y/n)!” He wrapped his arms around his stomach, trying to catch his breath. “Don’t be so serious, it’s fine! She’s super busy with her job, so she had to go!”
You fought back the urge to tell him how slow he was being, hugging your knees tightly. Taehyung continued to laugh as you played along, biting your tongue in hopes that you’d forget about it and have fun.
That was the problem; you couldn’t get rid of that feeling. That feeling that was slowly eating you up, it’s sharp teeth biting in your flesh and ripping it apart from you.The feeling when Taehyung held hands with Suha so happily, tightening his grip, then releasing her hand after she said “I don’t like that, you’re hurting me.” Your mind was swirling with questions for him - why did he love her? Why would he stay with her? Why is he making himself suffer? Doesn’t he know that he could die because of what he’s doing? Will he ever break up? Those questions pounded inside the walls of your mind, staying in place for the rest of your time with him. Fuck, he looked so happy when he finally told you he had gotten a girlfriend. His eyes were wide open, cheeks pink, almost trembling from excitement. You, of course, were also happy that he had gotten a soulmate. You thought that she would be different since he was acting so happy; but no. She was only there for his looks. For his hands to crawl all over her - she obviously didn’t think about it thoroughly and found out he was too..kind for that kind of act. She became bored, became annoyed by his presence, yet she never gave him up. She knows how much you care about him, how close the two of you were. Having the audacity to keep him to herself and make him suffer made you so angry you wished you could take him away, away from her. Away from what was giving him the most pain, the one who made his hell visible to him.
You stared at Taehyung with a smile, turning on the television. “What movie do you want?”
“I dunno..can we just watch the news?”
“The news?” You scrunched your nose, staring at him with confused sprawled all over your face. “Why?”
“Just ‘case. I wanna see how boring it is.”
You shrugged, changing the channel to a news channel and set the remote down, leaning your head against the couch leg. The news was in fact, very boring to you two. They talked about the weather, and too many commercials annoyed you. Looking up at Taehyung again, you noticed his expression changed completely. His eyes didn’t seem very..sparkly anymore. You swept it off, returning your attention to the television. After all, it was about midnight. He must feel tired, right?
“Tae, you tired?” You asked quietly, your eyes still glued to the screen.
“No, why?” He responded softly, glancing at you.
“You look off today,” you turned to face him, sitting up on your knees.
Taehyung brushed the hair out of his eyes, raising an eyebrow. “I do? Do I look sick?” He sat up, grabbing his phone out and checking his face in the camera. Letting out a loud sigh, he flopped back down on the couch, shaking his head. “I’m not tired, just bored. I wanna do something. You aren’t fun today.”
“I ran out of jokes.” You mumbled.
“But I’m bored.”
“If you’re bored, shouldn’t your girlfriend be comforting you right now!?” The words slipped off your tongue before you could think, eyes widening and clasping your hands over your mouth. Taehyung stared at you, drawn back from the sudden burst of your words and slumped down, staring up at the ceiling.
“Hey, lets not go that far. She’s busy.” He whispered, rubbing his eyes. “She told me she has a huge, huge possibility of getting a pay raise and stuff, so we have to be patient!” He sat up again, his eyes gaining it’s sparkle once again.
“Oh, that’s nice.” You replied, standing up and shuffling over to the kitchen. Pay raise, your ass. She was with one of those other boys who fell for her tricks and shit, hoping to be noticed but only broken inside. You tightened your grip on the chair as your sat down, staring at Taehyung. “Lets go to sleep, Tae. Turn off the TV.”
The brightness from the television screen dimmed as he turned it off, the news reporter’s voice dying quickly. The two of you went upstairs and into your room, plopping yourself down on the ground.
“What are you doing? Go to your bed.” Taehyung pointed at the bed, tilting his head.
“Sleep on my bed tonight.”
“Are you sure?”
He shrugged, jumping onto your bed and giggling to himself, slipping underneath the bed sheets. “Night, (y/n).”
He waited for you to say goodnight, letting out a soft chuckle when you said nothing and turned off the light.
You stared in horror as flowers flew out of Taehyung’s mouth, petals, leaves, all kinds fluttering down onto your bedroom floor. He was on his knees, gasping for breath as he threw up, the noise he made tightening your heart into a knot. “Taehyung, why didn’t you wake me up?!” You rushed to his side, turning on the light and pulled his hair away from his eyes, gulping nervously as his body began to shake.
“Breathe, Tae. Breathe, okay?” You whispered, patting his bad comfortingly while you whispered in his ear, telling him to breathe and saying he’ll be alright. His eyes began to tear up as the flowers continued to grow in group sizes, and began to worry you as it kept flooding out his mouth longer than usual.
Three hours passed before he finally calmed down, wiping his mouth and collapsing on his side, falling onto the pile of flowers. “Tae, are you alright?” You asked quickly, staring at him with concern.
“Why do flowers come out?! This isn’t normal, (y/n)! Shouldn’t we go to the doctors? There must be something wrong, I know Suha loves me, it’s-” He broke down in tears, grabbing your arm and pulling himself closer to hug you. You sat there, frozen, as his tears soaked into your shirt, his loud cries echoing throughout the small room you had. Your shaky hand ran through his hair, using your free arm to hug him tightly.
“We can’t go to the doctors, remember? Everything will go wrong,” you explained, keeping your voice quiet so he could stay calm, which wasn’t a very good idea, since he was crying after all. “I’m sure she..loves you.” You cringed at your words, knowing damn well she hated Taehyung.
“T-Then why are th..these flowe-rs c-c-coming out?” He choked, burying his face in the crook of your neck, scratching the back of your shirt with his nails. You stared at him, wondering how hard it was for him to go from a happy man to such a miserable person in such a short amount of time.
a/n: holy shit man i finally have a good plot in mind ghfujsl
This is a Spencer x Reader requested by anon. It was supposed to be angsty, but it doesn’t really get that way until the end (it’s been awhile since I’ve written angst, sorry if it sucks, oops).
Spencer is convinced you’re cheating on him even though you aren’t. He makes it obvious that something is bothering him, and people notice.
JJ noticed first, that Spencer was acting odd toward you. She had watched, from her office above the bull pen, as you walked warmly over to your boyfriend, lingering between cubicles and desks.
“Hey, babe,” You smiled, “Wanna get lunch?”
Even from so far away, with nothing to go on but her faulty lip reading skills, JJ could tell that the way Spencer uncharacteristically darted away, replying with some incohesive excuse, was absolutely nogood.
You stood in the bull pen and frowned after Spencer, who immediately buried himself in work that didn’t matter as much as he claimed. JJ watched with sympathetic curiosity as you slunk, resigned, into the break room to lunch on slightly-stale donuts and lukewarm coffee.
Emily noticed next, the body language and surprising resentment between you and Spencer was achingly obvious.
She decided it best to hang back while you said goodbye to him, a private conversation that seemed to need to be followed by another.
“You staying?” You asked, kicking casually at the ground and pulling at the strap of your purse.
Spencer hummed in response, pointedly distracted by scribbles of paperwork.
“What time do you think you’ll be home tonight?”
“Dunno, late probably.”
Spencer didn’t even notice you frown as you said, “Again?”
He nodded noncommittally, “Yep, have fun with Emily, y/n.”
“Goodbye, Spencer,” You sighed, leaning in to press a kiss to your boyfriend’s cheek, something you had done a thousand times before.
But Spencer pushed away at the last second, looking up at you with a tight-lipped smile and avoiding the physical contact at all cost, “Bye.”
You hesitated, nodded softly, then decided it best to just to leave, to let your boyfriend stew with his thoughts and his big, big brain in the barren bullpen. In front of the elevators, you let out a long sigh that Emily just couldn’t ignore.
“What is going on with the two of you?” She asked, mildly agape, “You two are usually so nauseatingly cute together that I feel like I have to go to a dentist, and now you’re being all… distant and weird. What happened to you two?”
You stared resolutely at the closing metal elevator doors, very much in need of that drink the two of you were supposed to be heading out for, “I honestly don’t know, Em. I don’t know.”
Emily stayed quiet, watching as the doors opened out into the parking garage, “Yeah, we need drinks,” She decided aloud, “Lots and lots of drinks.”
You couldn’t find it in yourself to disagree, even as your mind roamed over every second of interaction between you and Spencer and came up completely empty without any sources of sudden contention.
Rossi and Spencer had been put in charge of interviewing the many, many witnesses at the crime scene. There had been a party on the beach which thus resulted in the third dead rich kid in the county within the past week. Not your typical body count, hence the BAU.
“Alright, kid,” Rossi said, “How are we gonna do this? I interview the ladies, and you interview the guys?”
Spencer nodded absently, and snorted mildly, then said under his breath, just low enough for Rossi to barely hear, “We should have y/n interview the guys. She’d be great at that.“
"What?” The older man frowned. He couldn’t have heard that right, could he?
“Nothing, never mind.” Spencer said, and walked off, leaving Rossi alone on the pier to stare contemplatively after Spencer who walked purposely in the direction opposite of you.
He had noticed it, just like the others. An out-of-place mistrust had seemed to root itself in Spencer, a remiss feeling that fit Spencer like a badly tailored tux, and it was so odd, he felt obligated (Rossi always felt obligated, but especially in this case, okay) to stare after the young genius.
Rossi found himself struck with uninterrupted curiosity as he watched you crouch unpleasantly over the freshest body, a frown on your face, and even if he knew it wasn’t any of his business, Rossi wondered what you possibly could have done to cause Spencer, your so-in-love-with-you-that-it’s-nauseating boyfriend, to avoid you at all costs.
“Hey, Spence!” You called to him as his long legs took him in the opposite direction, “Come look at this!”
Spencer kept walking. Even Rossi, the Man With Too Many Failed Marriages, could tell that something was most definitely wrong in paradise, but he had no idea what.
Garcia darkly coined it the July 17th Paradigm (July 17th had been when the earliest of Spencer’s ‘symptoms’ had been noticed by anyone), as if you and Spencer’s relationship problems were some ghost story that campers whispered under their breaths around campfires for centuries past.
Everybody at work watched had noticed (they were profilers, what else would you expect) as Spencer danced around you and stared grimly in your direction when you weren’t looking. It was truly odd.
The worst part for you, though, was that Spencer didn’t even try to hide the contention all that much, would just burst right out with it right in front of your friends and coworkers. And frankly? It was kinda embarrassing.
From deep in one of Penelope’s swivel chairs, you groaned, flicking a paper clip aimlessly at a bright purple pen across her desk, “Pen?” You asked her, utterly miserable, “Does Spencer ever talk to you?”
She froze minutely, then shrugged shyly, “I don’t know. Our boy genius has bee a little distant to everybody lately.”
You sat up in the chair, “Towards you, too?”
“Well, not as much as he has been towards you, but… yeah.”
“Why? What did I do?”
Garcia frowned, patting you sympathetically on the back, “Oh, honey, don’t worry about it. Sometimes Spencer gets like this. It’ll probably pass.”
Penelope flashed a reassuring smile, more lipstick and teeth than anything else, “We can hope, hun.”
You didn’t like any of her answers. You wanted your Spencer back, and you sunk back into the seat with a resigned sigh, “Ugh, but- why?”
“I don’t know, y/n. Nobody knows what that boy is thinking.”
It lasted just about a week before you decided that yeah, you needed to know what Spencer was thinking. You hated the distance, the late hours, the embarrassment.
Hotch watched from the doorway of his office, piping hot coffee in hand, as you hit your breaking point and finally cornered Spencer. At first, Hotch has to strain to hear the words (he’s a quiet guy who takes pride in not getting overly-involved in his coworker’s love lives, but at this point, the July 17th Paradigm is famous around the office, so really, he reasons to himself, how can he not listen, just this once).
“Spencer, what the hell was that?” You hiss, fed up and cheeks ablaze.
Spencer looks like he’s rolling his eyes, but he doesn’t really do that, so the expression that flashes across his face is the closest thing to it, a step short of something near-pretentious that sets your veins on fire and piques Hotch’s interest, “I’m just trying to refill my coffee, y/n. What’s your problem?”
You scoff, admittedly and quite obviously bitter, “My problem? My problem? Spencer, my problem is that for a month you have been sidestepping me, avoiding me. We live together for Pete’s sake, and it’s like you’re some kind of stranger. That’s my problem.”
Spencer just glares, expression settled intensely, and that’s how Hotch knows this must be serious for him. “Can I get my coffee now?” He asks quietly, and that is just about the point where you explode, volume raising steadily so the entire office can hear. Penelope steps into the bullpen and moves to stand beside Emily and watch quietly in the abrupt shadows.
Insults and admissions are viciously spat back and forth like some cruel tennis match in which the bright yellow ball has been replace with pent up anger and hostility and mistrust. It’s an awful sight, an uneven match in which the spectators themselves somehow feel like they’re losing, too.
“You don’t have to pretend, y/n,” Spencer hollers, throwing his hands dramatically up in the air, “I know I’m way out of your league.”
You scoff bitterly, as if amused, fingers twitching and fists rolling.
“You could do so much better.” The words tumble virulently out of his mouth like heavy, riverside stones, “And yet you’re stuck with me anyway.”
You roll your eyes, stamp your foot a little against the rough carpet.
“I’m not surprised you’re cheating on me.” Spencer says, so matter-of-fact, so sure of it as he uses that tone he gets when he recites something he’d read verbatim. Only he didn’t. For once in his life, Spencer Reid was so wrong, and it absolutely infuriated you.
“Excuse me?!” You screeched, and honestly you wouldn’t be surprised if you were on fire, every square inch of your body was ensconced in that glow of rage that somehow accompanied odd, out-of-body betrayals, “Is that what all this was about? You assumed, that just because you’re not the biggest fan of yourself, that that automatically meant I was cheating on you?”
Spencer’s eyes hardened, and you could feel the entire room take a collective breath, sharp and observant like the damn eavesdroppers they were. You knew everybody was there, listening, and you only laughed louder, more shrill, because of it.
“Spencer, who the hell do you think I am?” The rage was burning hot through your voice, “I am not some whore. I chose to be with you because of your heart and your kindness, but I maybe I was wrong about you if this is what you think of me.”
Spencer tried to argue, because that is what he does, argues and refutes and offers valid rebuttals, but the words sink impotently on his tongue against his lead-lined lips and his lips are pulled into a frown as you talk over him.
“Just don’t, Spencer,” You glare, feeling hurt and torn and beyond betrayed, “Goodbye.”
Spencer and Hotch and Penelope and all the rest of the room watched as you tore open the glass doors and left, red and blotchy and angry.
An unsure eeriness settled over the bullpen. Everything felt sticky, like a swamp after a hurricane, with Spencer at its rattling epicenter. Not a sound was made, silence reigned above all with its guttural cries of horror and embarrassment.
Hotch retreated into his office. Penelope and Emily snuck to Garcia’s Tech Cave. Agents silently slipped back to their desks. Slowly, the humidity of the room rose to the ceiling, and typical work-day volume was completely restored. The world resumed. The July 17th Paradigm was (more or less) solved.
But Spencer just stood, a few steps away from his desk, empty coffee mug in hand, entirely dazed. Your words sunk in, slowly, like an indestructible rock falling through lava or like a plane stranded and fiery among ocean waves. More than ever, Spencer felt completely and utterly alone. A blue-green chill trickled down his spine, like rain in a crooked gutter the day after a storm, and Spencer wasn’t sure what to do as the weird uncertain feeling pooled in his fingertips.
Spencer realized, awfully, that he had lost you. Just like that.
And even worse, he realized that you had lost him long before. Oh, God.
Stiles shoots Derek a sly look and picks up his phone. He tips
his head back against the couch cushion as it dials, letting his fingers trail
lightly down Derek’s arm. “Hey,” he says brightly when Scott picks up. “Derek
and I just had sex, and you didn’t call or text to interrupt. Are you okay?
We’re both concerned.”
“Stiles, that was one
time,” Scott huffs. “And I promise, it wasn’t on purpose.”
I can decide whether to watch Camp Camp or Voltron or neither first aaa
Oooooh man yes that IS a dilemma
Well, Voltron is marginally longer than Camp Camp, so if you want to get through something quick I’d go for Camp Camp first :0 You can watch both seasons in a good amount of time, meanwhile Voltron has four seasons and the episodes are longer so overall it will take you longer to watch it all…!
Both of them are super good tho so!! I highly recommend you watch both of them ^^
So I heard this joke. What's the diff between an elephant and a matter baby? And the they reply 'What's a matter baby?' idk why but I thought having a scenario where bakugous crush makes him say it in front of class 1A would be the funniest and cutest(probably deadliest)thing ever. Yep. That is all. Have fun writing this plEaSe if you have time ! Thanks ahead of time!
anon….. you have unleashed the beast…. i am the queen of puns, bad jokes, and corny pick-up lines…. i also happen to love this joke
Bakugou begrudgingly turned to face you.
“What?!” he shouted.
You giggled to yourself.
“What’s the difference between an elephant and a matter baby?”
Bakugou paused, confusion clear on his face.
“What the fuck is a matter baby?!”
You burst out into a loud laugh, clutching your sides. Most of the class joined in, laughing along with you.
In an instant, it clicked in Katsuki’s mind exactly what had just happened. His face turned bright red, from anger or embarrassment, you couldn’t tell.
Tiny explosions started going off in his hands and all around him.
As soon as you regained your composure you took off, out of the classroom and down the hall.
“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!”, he shouted as he chased after you.
*A/N: You didn’t say what spiderman so I just used the amazing spiderman! Also y/bff/n means your best friends name. Oh and there is swearing so fyi*
Y/BFF/N: *gets up off couch your were both sitting on* Alright time to get ready
Y/N: Ready for what?
Y/BFF/N: We are going on a date
Y/N: *coughing fit* Wait what?!
Y/BFF/N: *laughs* Not with each other you weirdo!! You know I’m seeing Peter, and Peter helped me set you up with a friend
Y/N: No, nope, no way. I am not going on a blind double date
Y/BFF/N: Yes you are and we are leaving soon so get ready. You owe me anyways
Y/N: *glares* Fine
~~~~~~~In the car~~~~~~~
Y/N: Where are we going anyway?
Y/BFF/N: *pulls into a parking space* Alright were here!
Y/N: Dave and Busters really?
Y/BFF/N: It wasn’t my idea
Y/N: *groans* ugh I hate this
Y/BFF/N: You haven’t met the guy so give him a chance
Y/N: Fine, I’ll try
Y/BFF/N: Yay! Let’s go
Wade: Why did you bring me?
Peter: Just try to have some fun *sees Y/BFF/N and waves* I see them let’s go
Wade: *sees Y/N* Holy shit! Is that my date?
Peter: *smirks* Yep, have fun
Wade: Well that’s not going to be hard
Y/BFF/N: *kisses Peter* Hey babe, alright you two have fun. We’re leaving in 2 hours. Bye *runs off with Peter*
Y/N: Sup I’m Y/N
Wade: I’m Wade, want to go put some balls in some holes *smirks*
Y/N: *smiles* Hell fucking yeah
Wade: *grabs Y/N’S hand and drags her over to a place*
Y/N: 2 for skeeball please!
Yep, I’ve been having fun drawing some classic fantasy monsters these past few weeks.
The original idea was to put my own spin on each, along with a snappy quote that maybe captured their essence or was somehow relevant to world. The problem I’ve realized is that it was actually pretty hard (for me at least) to think up something witty/clever/genuine for each new monster. So I’ve given up on the quotes, and decided to finish out the series with monstrous fun-facts instead.
That said, if anyone out there’s got any other monsters they wanna see, let me know. I’m a dragon-man myself, but I’ve drawn too many of those already. I’m kinda curious to see if there’s any other popular beasties I’ve overlooked :)
Why do you like snooj so much? You liked him from start or wat? („❛ ֊ ❛„)
ALRIGHT HONEY YOU OPENED THIS DOOR
prepare for the most corny, cheesy and emotional snooj appreciation shitpost you could’ve ever and will ever come across
*takes a shot of alcoholic beverage* here we fucking go:
We head back to the east blue where a certain blonde little shithead has his debut.
Sanji a cook working in the ship restaurant Baratie and the by far most handsome motherfucker in all of the east blue, making people wonder why he goes after pretty women who don’t even look as good as him since day 1 (that absolutely includes Nami, Vivi…etc I’m not even ashamed)
Well he really loves cooking ok?
and food is hella important
Because he never got a fucking break as a child
Snooj is a badass
And he’s handsome as fuck
OH and of course he’s always the butt of the joke but it’s ok because it’s fucking hilarious
HE IS SO PROTECTIVE OF EVERYTHING HE CARES ABOUT NOT ONLY ABOUT ROBIN AND NAMI BUT EVERYBODY AND EVERYTHING LIKE WTF
He was born in a family with the most horrible bloodlusting, life disdaining mentality you could imagine but he was kindhearted
and he kept that beautiful warm heart of his
Sanji does not give a good damn if one is animal, human, royal, peasant etc he treats them all with compassion
The words of encouragement he had for Usopp were absolutle beautiful
‘Leave this guy’s key to me, I’ll do what you cant do; you do what I can’t do’
AND THIS ALL IS NOT EVEN HALF OF THE REASONS WHY SANJI IS MY NR ONE FAVORITE OK?!?!?!?!?!
On the other hand…
yes Sanji is problematic. Absolutely. No doubt.
Sanji’s treatment of the transpeople on Ivankov’s kingdom was and is gross. Sanji is way too perverted post ts and the way he feels the need to think of all women (safe for his sister) as some sort of absolutley flawless creatures is absolutely wrong. That includes his bullshit codex of not hitting any women, that back on Enies Lobby could have highly endangered Nami, Usopp and Robin. This is all true and I won’t sugarcoat it
But still I can’t and won’t erase the fact that he light up my days since I was a child. Everytime I felt down (still today) I looked up anything with Sanji, be it videos, fanart or fanfics
It does not matter what he does. It does not matter what wonderful characters come and go. I won’t erase the last 13 motherfucking years of joy and happiness and encouragment this wonderful, lovesick, blonde, little prince has given me.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PJ! (you have the same birthday as my bro!) *gives a giant present full of his favorite things*
Hmmm I guess I can do an ‘ask blog’ style thing for his birthday….
YEAH! I’ll call it…. eh I can’t think of a good name but this is what I’ll do!
For today only: This blog will be a merge the typical 7goodangel stuff (sketches and whatnots galore) and asking questions to PJ directly like my RP/Ask blog @the-printers-jammed(which honestly has been on hiatus for a while due to business o-o)
[[I’ll now be talking like this within the asks for this day and have 7rambles along within the tags to show I am talking!]]
PJ: So…. I get the normal text then?
[[YEP! Go and have fun with everyone! Speaking of which, this lovely person gave you some presents!]]
The first movie had ended and Bonnie and Caroline, huddled together in a blanket, had used up an entire box of tissues. Then Bonnie got a Facetime from Enzo and hurried off to another room, leaving Stefan and Caroline alone together once more.
Caroline wiped her cheeks again before turning to look at Stefan. She looked beautiful even after crying through the last hour of the movie. What the hell.
“Did you cry, or are you a robot?” she demanded.
Stefan had to admit he had gotten a little misty-eyed during many points in the movie. “It was sad.”
Oh god whatever it is that you're writing that you just posted a teaser for I am so very excited to read
THANK YOU *sparkles* i am - or i will be - excited to share it too !!!
the plot (if you can call it that) is this :
Newt dreams a Sexy Dream about Graves
Newt acknowledges it
Newt wants the real D
Newt flirts and courts
Newt gets the D
Except now I’m deep in a flashback regarding their first case together, which involves vampires and Graves being used as bait to lure the vampire out and Newt not informing him that he wouldn’t be able to resist the vampire’s lure.
Cue Graves howling “SCAMANDER” at the top of his lungs once the vampire is captured because holy shit, did he almost just die ??? and Newt being like “but we captured him didn’t we” and Graves being all “THATS NOT THE FUCKING POINT.”
Barry’s life had always been difficult. An evil wizard killed his mother when he was only eleven years old and his father was wrongly accused and sent to Azkaban for a crime he didn’t commit. Now when his letter of Hogwarts College of Witchcraft and Wizardry finally arrived, he decided to be the best apprentice to become an Auror in hopes of capturing the wizard who framed his father… what he didn’t know was that two evil speedsters were hunting him to fulfil an old prophecy.