you big weirdo

anonymous asked:

I just spent an hour catching up on Amelia and Wednesday's story and I'm in love!!!

Oh jeez, wow, thank you for talking the time to read it all!
It makes me really really happy you like! Been an interesting day and you just made my night! <3 :)))) ;3;

Just A Cold [SFW]

AO3

Yuuri’s in bed with a cold, and Viktor insists on taking care of him.

(Enjoy! ~M❤)


“Viktor, you really don’t need to–” Yuuri’s words were cut off by a coughing fit as his body flopped weakly back onto the mattress.

“Please try to relax, love. It’ll only get worse if you strain yourself,” Viktor said as he seated himself on the edge of the bed next to the younger man, placing a tray he’d been carrying on the nightstand. He reached out to one of the bowls on the tray to pull out a small towel, which had been soaking in warm water. After ringing it out, he gently swept Yuuri’s bangs–slightly damp with sweat–out of the way and placed the towel on his forehead.

Yuuri sniffled as he reluctantly settled back into the bed. “But I don’t want you to get sick because of me,” he pouted.

“I’ll be fine,” Viktor assured him. “I want to take care of you.” He smiled tenderly at his sickly lover, whose face was flushed and eyes were puffy from his cold. “Besides, you’re cute like this.”

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Dating on the Job (Secret Agent AU!) // Moonbin

Originally posted by 6astros

Pairing: Moonbin x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary//Request: Moonbin takes you out on a date to the park - but unbeknownst to you, he’s also on a very important job. - requested by @awkwardbento

A/N: This scenario is set a few years in the future ^^ Sorry if this isn’t well written ^^ I tried :)


Moonbin shut down his laptop upon hearing his doorbell ring – packing it away neatly in his drawer as he shoved his phone in his back pocket.

“Hey babe! You look stunning” he said excitedly as he opened the door to you, smiling from ear to ear as he looked you up and down, noticing the beautiful floral pattern on your summer dress as you performed an impromptu twirl for him.

“Ready to go?” you raised your eyebrows in jest, donning a cheeky look as he slipped on his shoes and shut the door behind him.

“Ready~ Lets go” he jeered back, grabbing you by your hand and interlocking his fingers with yours as you both began walking down his drive way – making your way to the park for a long, overdue date.

“Agent Moonbin, please remember the task at hand” a voice came from Moonbins earpiece as he smiled down into your face – listening to you talk about your week and how you managed to finally get the raise that you deserved at work.

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a smoller problem

a present for cy-lindric, born on the 14th of july

this fic is a spiritual, if not an actual, successor to a smol problem

Content warnings: Maedhros suddenly turning into a toddler, a brief smattering of Quenya (Atar = Dad), potentially problematic assumptions that Fingon may not like kids too much despite being an older bro and generally a perfect Elven being, off-color jokes, Maglor, kissing cousins

enjoy your smol elves, cy-lindric

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MGM Studios 1998
I designed a set of four pins, paying tribute to MGM Studios in 1998, now I'm looking for funding to get them made as hard enamel pins.

If you’re a big weirdo like me who wishes there was more tasteful Disney-MGM Studios merchandise, check out Rob Yeo’s Kickstarter!

Being Too Normal For Your Own Good
  • Dude: So what are you into?
  • Normal Girl: Eh, you know, work.
  • Dude: Just work? Do you like any music?
  • Normal Girl: Whatever's on the radio, I guess.
  • Dude: Like pop music?
  • Normal Girl: Do they play that on the radio?
  • Dude: It's all they play on the radio.
  • Normal Girl: Oh...
  • Dude: ...
  • Normal Girl: ...
  • Dude: So, do you do anything. Do you have any sort of interests? Hobbies? Likes? Dislikes? Kinks? Anything?
  • Normal Girl: *scratches her head* I like watching TV shows.
  • Dude: ...Yeah?
  • Normal Girl: On NBC.
  • Dude: *gets up from his seat* I think I'll be going now. I only date interesting girls.
  • Normal Girl: Wait, don't go!
  • Dude: What is it?
  • Normal Girl: Bye.
  • Dude: *groans*
  • Normal Girl: *looks around nervously* Gosh, I did it again. I scared off another potential friend. I tried so hard this time? I was even specific about the channel I watch television on. Is it true that I'm too normal? You, waitress!
  • Waitress: *turns around* Me? How may I help you?
  • Normal Girl: What food is served here?
  • Waitress: Pizza and other Italian dishes.
  • Normal Girl: Now ask me what I'd like to eat.
  • Waitress: Uhh, what would like to eat, ma'am.
  • Normal Girl: Just two slices of plain cheese pizza would be fine.
  • Waitress: *giggles under her breath*
  • Normal Girl: Why are you giggling? What's so funny.
  • Waitress: I'm sorry, ma'am. It's just that your order is so, how do I put this, normal.
  • Normal Girl: No, it can't be normal! I need to spice it up! Let me get pepperonis on that pizza.
  • Waitress: Would that be all, ma'am.
  • Normal Girl: Wait, no! Also a soda. A lemon lime soda!
  • Waitress: *guffaws*
  • Normal Girl: What is it now?
  • Waitress: Everything you ordered is so average and reasonable. You must be a very well mannered woman.
  • Normal Girl: There has to be some sort of topping that's so weird that it shatters any notion that I'm normal.
  • Waitress: Really? *cracks an evil smirk* I'm all ears.
  • Normal Girl: *internally* Think, you idiot. Think! Think about all of the possible pizza toppings you've ever heard of and just blurt out the weirdest, one. You're a big weirdo. You know you can do it! SO DO IT!
  • Normal Girl: *calmly* I think that'd be all, thank you.
  • Waitress: You're welcome ma'am, your order should be ready in a few minutes.
  • Normal Girl: No! I messed up! Why did I say that? I was trying so hard to think up something weird, but I couldn't do it. Something's not right here.
  • *the restaurant goes deathly quiet*
  • Normal Girl: *looks around confused, leaves the restaurant* Where is everyone. It's so desolate and empty now.
  • Old Crone: *crawls out from out of a sewer drain*
  • Normal Girl: Gross. Who are you?
  • Old Crone: The universe was spun from yarn, dear. Everyone was made with a purpose by the Yarnheart and some people were made to be bastions of stability. You are one of those very stable people.
  • Normal Girl: Thanks for the exposition old lady, but what exactly is going on here.
  • Old Crone: You've been a bore your whole life, dear. You can't just decide to be interesting out of nowhere. Me, I'm very interesting and I want to be boring. You wouldn't believe it from just looking at me, but I'm only twenty seven and I have the stamina of a clydesdale. I live everyday of my life on the fringes of reality. It's so exciting that you might as well say that it's purely terrifying. It's very rare that two opposites such as us are able to meet. Sickly and youthful. Normal and weird. If you want to break away from your normalcy, now is the time to do it.
  • Normal Girl: *glances back the restaurant* I have to pay for my pizza.
  • Old Crone: Forget the damn pizza. *reaches into your her chest and pulls out a ball of yarn* Did you see that? You can do the same. Pull out your heart and trade with me. You can live the life you want to, and I can live mine. This may be our only chance to ever do this.
  • Normal Girl: *sweats nervously* Yeah, but I can't do that without paying for my pizza first. It would be rude. *walks back to the restaurant*
  • Old Crone: I won't let you go! *lunges for the normal girl and pins her to the ground* Give me your heart!
  • Normal Girl: Get off of me you horrible, woman! *knocks away her ball of yarn and it unfurls*
  • Old Crone: Ah, fuck! *poofs into dust*
  • Normal Girl: *wipes herself off* That was weird... I didn't like it. *returns to the restaurant*
  • Waitress: Here you go, ma'am. Two slices of pepperoni pizza and a lemon lime soda.
  • Normal Girl: Thank you, it looks okay-ish. *eats her pizza but feels uncomfortable*
  • Normal Girl: *reaches into her chest and pulls out her heart*
  • Heart: *beats*
  • Normal Girl: Eh, it's just a normal heart. I knew I didn't have a ball of yarn inside of me. Old folks are weird. I hope I don't get like that when I get older. *places her heart and the table and continues eating pizza*

anonymous asked:

Woah...You're a fan of classic sci-fi? Not gonna lie, I didn't have you pegged as someone into that sort of epicness. In any case, what are your thoughts on Ridley Scott's recent issues regarding his own original creations? He seems to be attempting to erase his legacy...A shame really. Also, do you play video games? If so tell me what you play, you big weirdo.

poor Ridley, to most, is a mixed bag. ppl either love or hate his movies. I’m a fan of slower, artistic and atmospheric movies, but “normies” like action and shit. I think he, like most artists, is a perfectionist, and perfectionists are always trying to outdo themselves. he does not hate his previous works, but he’s struggling to find a way to make “cinematic art” that people will watch.
I, personally, love the guy! and I can’t wait for “Covenant”… (and I DID like “Prometheus” but don’t tell nobody) 
ah yes, I’m a gigantic nerd!
and of course I play them vidya games! actually, a good chunk of my fan art on this blog is video game related. I play pretty much any genre, I struggle to finish long JRPGs, but I love them. not a fan of shooters because I suck, my shooting golden years were back in the unreal tournament days.
I’m a huge fan of all Nintendo franchises, and I care very little about realistic graphics because they’re often favored over good game play mechanics. I love cave story and undertale and ppl will say “the graphics suck!!!” but they were obviously not born in the 80s, and I love anything that will tickle my nostalgia.

oops!!!! I rambled! sorry! 

pedophiles on tumblr are like So funní. just bc you “feel” like you’re 13 or 6 or whatever doesn’t mean you get to do sexual shit to like 15 year olds and no ones allowed to call u a grown ass ADULT bc in the eyes of the law you are one you big weirdo freak

Nice Hoodie you got there Pt. 6 - Dylan O’Brien

A/N: Alright, it’s a “few” hours belated but under these circumstances you’ll probably get two imagines today. Furthermore it got rather short and I hope you don’t mind, but for now my mind is kinda blank.

word count: 1090

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

Originally posted by petrichordrizzle

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“IT’S NOT THE END OF THE WORLD IF EVERYBODY THINKS YOU’RE A BIG FUCKING WEIRDO,”

i scream to myself, as i am forced to click “submit” on the classroom discussion board.

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴛʜɪs ᴀᴜ ɪs ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀʟʏ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛs ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏғғ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs. ɪ ᴅᴏ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ sʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀɪʀʏ ᴛᴀɪʟ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɴᴀʟᴜ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғʟᴏᴡ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʟʟ. ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ ɪ ʜᴏᴏᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪɴʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴀᴜ.

ᴇᴍʙᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ: ɴᴀʟᴜ ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴠᴇ

sᴛᴏʀʏ ɴᴏ. 2 -

“ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ-ᴜᴘ, ʀᴇɢɪsᴛᴇʀ 7”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS NOT WORKING?!?”

The customer shouted, causing an unpleasant and uncomfortable silence to fall over the rest of the store.

“THATS IMPOSSIBLE! TRY IT AGAIN, YOU DUMB BITCH!”

The customers nearby looked on in fear as the now red faced man, of broad physique and tall stature, flared his nostrils at the blonde behind the counter. She blinked her brown eyes, flinching behind the register, as the whole situation had caught her off guard. Composing herself, she calmly explained, in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear:

“I tried it twice already sir, it’s the same message, ‘Cancelled by order of co-signatory’. It says I have to confiscate your card.”, She said as she removed a scissors from her apron and sliced the card in half.

The man pushed his empty cart, sending it hurdling towards the customer service desk, almost hitting several bystanders.

“YOU FUCKING IMBECILE, I SHOP HERE EVERY WEEK! HOW DARE YOU TREAT A LOYAL PATRON LIKE THIS! WHERE IS YOUR MANAGER, I WANT TO SEE A MANAGER!”

The man’s booming voice reverberated off the walls of the store and caused a large crowd to gather. Nearby, a group of children peeped out from behind their father, looks of sheer terror and bewilderment were plastered on their faces.

Turning back to the man, a severe glare welled in her eyes, she responded,

“Sir, if you cannot curb your language I will have to ask you to leave. And as for the manager…”

she spoke in a harsh tone, smoothly tucking a hand underneath her long, silky hair and thrusting it behind her shoulder revealing a name tag that read: ‘Lucy Heartfilia STORE MANAGER’

“…at your service, how may I be of assistance? Is there something wrong? Has an employee who was simply trying to do their job, been verbally assaulted by a foul-mouthed, poorly endowed, creep?”

Several of the nearby crowd began to laugh and clap. The man just stared at her. Eyes growing bloodshot and face turning a particularly menacing shade of crimson.

The next few moments were in slow motion for Lucy. But in reality, the whole of the following incident probably took only a matter of seconds. The man standing opposite her, reached across the counter and grabbed her by her collar. With his free hand raised, he formed a fist.

'This asshole is gonna punch me!’
Was the only thought in her mind.

That is, until the mans face was abruptly connected with the fist of a young man who had been watching nearby. Spittle, and even a tooth, went catapulting across the room as the brute force of the blow received, left the man in a sobbing puddle on the cold tile floor of the store. Security was there in moments dragging the man to the holding cell located in the back room.

Lucy, still a bit shaken, was snapped from her daze by a strong, smooth hand encompassing hers. And a kind and sweet male voice saying;

“Lucy, are you alright?”

“Huh?” She said now looking her savior in the eyes, “oh, yea I’m fine. Thank you though. For a second there I thought I was gonna be seeing stars”

“Me too!” The boy responded in a surprised tone “which is odd considering the whooping you gave me at our last Krav Maga class.” At this, the boy brought a hand to the short shaved nape of his undercut pink hair, rubbing it in embarrassment. But the look on his face Lucy knew very well, it was jovial and full of pride. Not in himself, but in her.

She blushed intensely and, punching his bulging bicep playfully, teased “Natsu, you big weirdo”

“Ahem” came a voice from behind them, another customer waiting. However instead of impatience on her face there was a raised eyebrow and a knowing look of “you should probly look into that”

“So sorry, miss, we’ll get this line moving right away.” Turning back to Natsu she said, “were you checking out, or…?”

“Oh yea!” Natsu snapped out of his trance of staring at the beautiful girl in front of him to pick up his basket once more, placing it on the conveyer belt.

Lucy stared at the basket. It was filled with “Hungry Man” brand microwaveable meals. She frowned. 'Poor guy, he buys the same stuff every week.’

“Natsu,” she said hoisting the box up, “REALLY? AGAIN?!?”

“Hey, what do I look like, Martha Stewart?” He said, obviously ashamed. “I may be good with flames but I can barely boil water”

Lucy finished ringing him up and tore his receipt from the register. Scribbling on it hastily she offered it up to him saying “We’ll have to remedy that”

From the same lady standing behind Natsu, came an under the breath comment; “oh my damn”

Natsu blushed and took the slip from the now winking blonde. “Now, THAT was smooth” he said. “When can I call?”

“Tonight, I’m off at 6. We’ll do dinner at my place.” Lucy said sweetly.

Natsu’s grin nearly set her heart ablaze. He gathered his bags and responded
“Looking forward to it.” Then turned to leave. In doing so he collided with the still capsized cart and tumbled to the ground rolling and landing back on his feet.

For a brief moment Lucy was concerned but once on his feet, he gave her the old point and wink and left. Once outside he shouted “Smooth move ex-lax” which was, unbeknownst to him, heard by everyone.

Lucy leaned on her register giggling, as the next customer approached. Nudging Lucy with her elbow she said, “FINALLY, I thought you’d never ask him out”

“I just wasn’t sure, Mira. But now, I’m more positive than ever”

END

Noisy Neighbor

Myungsoo Scenario

Ever since you moved into your new apartment three months ago you never encountered any problems with your neighbor, perhaps because you never bothered to notice who lived next to you, but right now whoever lives next door was going to get punched in the face. It was Sunday night around 9-10 ish. You were in your most comfortable PJs and had your hair in a messy bun, with your glasses on, making you look super nerdy. You had a final world history exam the next day, and because of your part time job and you didn’t get to study for it in the whole week. World history was definitely NOT your strongest subject. So, you were trying hard to memorize dates and names, even repeating them aloud to make them stick to your brain, but they just entered one ear and went out the other…so much for studying. But you were determined to do well on your test and kept studying. However, club music coming from next door blasted in the background. After a few minutes the music did not turn off, in fact it got even louder, hinting at the huge party going on next door. Lazily, you rolled off your bed and headed next door, where there was definitely a party going on. Knowing your manners, you rang the doorbell, even though nobody would hear it because of the music. Of course, no response. You rang it a few more times, but still no answer, so you knocked on the door. No one answered once again, so you started banging on the door. They should’ve heard that, right? Then, finally someone opened the door.

“Hey! Are you here for the party? You should be one of Myungsoo’s friends, right?” the guy who answered the door asked.

What in the world is he talking about? Who is Myungsoo? I’m not his friend. You thought.

“Actually, I’m the next door neighbor, and I don’t know who Myungsoo is. Can you please call the owner of this apartment room, so I can talk to them? It’s urgent.” you replied.

The guy had a puzzled expression on his face. Maybe he thought you were weird and crazy.

“Ohhh, yeah, sure.” He said going back inside and closing the door in front of you. You waited outside almost freezing to death. Then, the door opened and this tall man with brownish hair that fell on his forehead came out. You had to admit he was attractive and not who you expected to be living next door, but you quickly brushed those thoughts away since you were here to negotiate.

“Are you the one who wants to talk to the owner?” He asked.

“Yeah, is that you?”

“Yep. My name is Myungsoo.” He replied.

Now you knew what that other guy was talking about.

“Oh, well Myungsoo as you may or may not know, I’m ___, your next door neighbor and I would be very happy if you turned the music down a bit.” You asked praying to god that he would be kind enough to do what you asked.

“Sure, no problem. Was it really that loud?”

“Yeah, I was trying to study and the music was very distracting. Thanks for turning it down.” you said, waving good-bye to him before returning to your apartment. You closed the door behind you and thanked the lord that it went smoothly without any problems. You returned to your studying, but the music didn’t get any lower, it was almost as if they had turned it up all the way. What was going on? He definitely said he would turn it down. Frustrated, you marched outside again and instead of ringing the doorbell or knocking or even banging on the door, you just stomped right in. And your manners? You had left them at home.

Inside the apartment, people were dancing with drinks in their hands, up in each other’s bodies. You scanned the whole room until you finally spotted him. He was talking to with a couple of girls in short dresses. You go up to him and drag him away from those girls, so you can talk in private.

“I thought you were going to turn it down.” You said, furious to be in a place like this instead of your comfy bed.

“Ah, I must’ve forgotten, sorry.” He responded, looking at you.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” you retorted, motioning for him to take action on his word.

“I’m waiting for you to pay me back with something. Things in this world are not free.”

You scoff.  He must be crazy.

“In case you didn’t know, there’s this thing called a favor which you don’t pay for.” you stated.

“Well, I want you to pay. Do you know how hard it is to start a party and then have to turn down the music?” he answered.

This was definitely not going anywhere. You were so ready to punch him in the face.

“Fine, what do you want?” you said.

“I want you to give me a kiss. Here.” He said while pointing to his lips.

You had it with this man. Is he a pervert, or just a big weirdo? You thought he would ask you to go buy more drinks or something.

“A kiss? No problem.” It’s just going to be a small peck anyways, you thought, trying to get this over with.

“I don’t want a peck, but a real one.” He affirmed.

He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you close until your lips were touching, and kissed you passionately. You didn’t know he was such a good kisser. You saw little stars and rainbows and jumping unicorns in your head. When he let go, he looked satisfied. You didn’t know what to do after that.

“Uhh, there’s your kiss, now go turn it down. I need to go study.” You grumbled leaving immediately. He smirked, and went to turn down the volume.
Safely back inside your apartment, you were still in shock. Why would he want a kiss of all things? After that night, you wouldn’t know how to face him if you ever saw him again.

The next day, as you headed out to school what you dreaded the most happened. As you were locking the door, Myungsoo was also leaving his apartment. Trying to play it cool, you walked passed him.

“Hey, umm, I need to talk to you!” He called out, managing to get hold of your arm.

You slowly turned around

“Yeah? What do you want?” you questioned, a bit curious about his response.

“I’m sorry about last night. I was drinking, and I was a big jerk towards you.”

“Good, you at least acknowledged it. Is that it?” you nodded.

“Yeah…”

You waved good bye started walking away. A smile on your face that he didn’t turn out to be jerk, but a bit worried that he had the drinking habit of kissing girls…

“____, just to let you know, I did know you were my neighbor!” he called out, dismissing your assumption and giving something else to think about.  

~By Admin. S