your something blue

How Dan and Phil probably broke up #68
  • <p> <b></b> *during a petty argument*<p/><b>Phil:</b> well, I'm older<p/><b>Dan:</b> I'm taller<p/><b>Phil:</b> I'm longer<p/><b>Dan:</b> No you're not? I just said I'm taller<p/><b>Phil:</b> That's not what I meant<p/></p>

Hey hey hey, @lanceweek​ Day 1 is here !  Inner Space/Outer Space.

Well i bet now you know how weak I am ? I couldn’t miss an occasion to draw Blue with her paladin 💙 

He was the seventh wheel. So no one noticed when he stopped laughing. No one noticed when he stopped joking. When he stopped smiling.

He was the seventh wheel. So no one noticed when he couldn’t sleep, when he paced the halls at night. The bags under his eyes.

He was the seventh wheel. So no one noticed when he stopped eating. No one said anything about the extra food left on the table. No one noticed, because it meant more of Hunk’s cooking for them.

He was the seventh wheel. So no one noticed when he started packing. When he stole a knife from Keith, a tool kit from Coran. No one noticed. He wasn’t surprised.

He was the seventh wheel. And he was gone.

And they noticed.

They noticed in the empty hangar where the pod had been. They noticed when Blue paced anxiously, growls emanating from her chest whenever someone went near. Noticed the lack of noise, the lake of laughter, the lack of life.

They noticed. But they noticed too late.

A merm pretending to be a blue sea slug.


Sormik week day 6! Woohoo! I’m back.
No baby Sormiks this time, but have all the more fluff. This one is for @amarietie/ @tmariea for Storms in Our Blood. Today’s theme is “Lastonbell—Promises/Acceptance”, and although this scene indeed takes place in Elysia and has nothing to do with the Lastonbell promise, I figured the prompt was as good as any to do a marriage proposal.
I… I went over the top with the cheesiness, didn’t I? *hides*
The layers have fancy names to distract from the ridiculous romance going on here. Like “background panels”, background background”, “fucking rain”, “fucking lightning”, “rainy bits” and “rainy muchs”.

Anyway, I’m sorry this is so rushed, but I hope it gets the idea across just fine! I really really hope you like it, Mari! :,)
This is my little thanks for your kind words and deeds for me, and for your Earth Armatus Rose occasionally saving my ass in ToLink, hoho. HAPPY SEVERAL MONTHS LATE BIRTHDAY OR SOMETHING

For everyone else: go read the story, it includes more artistic use of seraphic artes, and more kisses in the rain, if that doesn’t convince you I don’t know what to tell you

show praise with your body

after your boyfriend wakes up, of course. 

It’s wrecking my heart and head thinking of what could possibly pry Jonghyun from his beloved Blue Night. Never missed a show if he could help it, all his friends said he left smiling to go to his radio. He said he never tired of it bc he loved it!!! He realized more of himself here, he was open and honest and safe at Blue Night, and he loved it so so dearly. He was always there, at his favorite hours, with us. As he takes this break, I cant imagine it is easy for his head and heart at all. I hope he takes this time to heal, and I’m so sorry that healing and rest require this kind of sacrifice for him. The tears in his voice… He’s worked so, so hard–for us and for himself. As BNR listeners and as SHAWOLs I know we will try to understand, support, and love him so that Blue Night can continue to be a safe space, even when it’s not him on the airwaves. ❤ That’s what our beloved JjongD deserves.

A pre-hollow Grimmjow. I haven’t been able to draw much and needed to get back to it.


Wash can’t quite remember when it started. Before he knew it these nights were as normal as the mornings filled with bitter coffee that was more sludge than actual coffee. Or the days filled with training, complaining and bland MRE’s. Trying to fix the radio, or scanning the cliffs for unexpected figures, never finding any but still feeling the eyes on him. 

Remembering stuff wasn’t his forte anyways. Not since the project. His head was filled with too many memories, most of them not his and the rest scarred from the long years that had left his hair grayer and longer than he wanted. The thing he vividly remembers though is that it was Caboose who fetched him that night. He stood awkwardly in the doorway, or what constituted as one here at their makeshift base, for a while before Wash acknowledged him. It had taken a fair bit of convincing before he had followed Caboose out of the base and behind the nearby rocks where the rest of the guys were waiting.

The constant during these regular nights was the bonfire. The jungle provided enough wood for this not to be a problem, and the guys had thought the place carefully to provide cover from all sides. Later he got to know that it was Tucker who had thought that he might need that. 

Some nights they would share stories. It would take Wash a long time before he shared some of his, but the guys had enough stories to fill a lifetime. He was grateful for that, just content with listening and running his hands through the cold grass. Some nights Grif would play a guitar. Wash had no idea where that guitar came from or where he had learned to play it. 

They would lie down and watch the stars and make up constellations as these stars were different from the ones back home. At least as far as he knew. Simmons protested first, explaining that these stars must have correct names but in the end he gave up and named a few of his own. 

Wash loved these nights. More than he would have expected. It was the rare times he felt at ease, listening to the harmless banter or watching Tucker lean against one of the rocks laughing so hard he cried. He’d eat some of Grifs chips being passed around or carry Caboose back inside when he fell asleep by the fire. After all these years he was, finally, at peace. 

It took them a while to find a place like that in Armonia. The roofs where too windy and exposed, the alleys too narrow and lit to see the stars. It took them a long time to stumble upon an abandoned backyard by the outskirts of the capital but finally they had their place back again. And he almost shed a tear when they found their constellations again. There on that rugged overgrown backyard listening to his family laugh and watching the Dirtbag and the Puppy move across the night sky, he found his peace again. 

Make a wish (Todoroki Shouto)

  “Quick, make a wish!” you bubble excitedly, glancing at the digital clock by your side. It’s 11:11, and Todoroki was exhausted. Between trying to fulfill his duties as a hero and having to deal with his father, it was safe to say that he was drained.

  Even so, your boyfriend turned and looked you in the eye, albeit with a sleepy gaze. “Hmm? Why do we need to make a wish?”

  “Because it’s 11:11!” you say, in a tone which screamed, ‘isn’t it obvious?’ Confusion washes over him, and he raises a brow. Guess I’ve got to find out what that’s all about, huh? He thinks, draping an arm over you and pressing a kiss onto your head.

  “Then…” He trails off, pulling you closer.

  “I’ll wish that you’ll always be mine and that you’ll never leave me.”

  That happened exactly a month ago, and now, Todoroki is laying alone on the bed you two once shared, the smell of you still lingering, not seeming to fade. Moonlight enters the otherwise dark room, and he presses an arm into his eyes, feeling the familiar burning sensation surfacing once more.

  The clock beeps, signaling the time.

  “It’s 11:11, Y/N,” he whispers, voice cracking slightly. 

  “Let’s make a wish, shall we?”

What other people in the ANE fandom title their fics: Really cool titles reminiscent of the story, often which have a strange sense of irony and/or foreshadowing, often even go so far as to research outside their native language to search for the perfect name.

What I title my fics:

“Compared to the rest of Rockets…

She was smaller than all of us. 

Somebody who seemed odd standing there, like she didn’t belong to a place like this at first sight… but when you would come closer, her sole presence could outcast the whole place, and the only light you would recognize in the dark fog surrounding you in that moment, would be the eerie (and so attracting) glow of her eyes”

- Professor Willow (& Lt. Surge), the very first time their eyes fall upon Sabrina.

“They all said she was the most powerful Psychic, but also the most beautiful woman in Kanto.”

“Any of us have ever believed the last statement at first, we thought it was just some publicity to get people inside her Gym… … …until the moment we saw her… and our hearts fell to her feet.”

( Photos belong to Kinashen on Instagram )

Don’t you dare lay a finger on her ever again (Peter Parker x Reader) (Part II)

Part 1:

Warnings: Word ‘shit’ and ALMOST rape. 

List of drabbles:

You were walking home alone in the middle of the night after hanging out with some friends at a bar. You had been spending a lot of time at home due to the heartbreak, so your friends wanted to take you out. It was dark and your phone had no battery, so you were walking as fast as you could. When you heard some noise behind you, you started to walk even faster. You knew there were people behind you, but you were trying to ignore it thinking that way they would go away.
‘What’s a pretty girl like you doing alone at night?’ said a man. He sounded old and drunk, and it disgusted you. ‘Don’t you want somebody to walk you home?’
You tried to walk faster, but your legs couldn’t do much more. Suddenly, you felt pressure on your arm, and turning your head, you saw two men, one holding you and the other one looking you up.
‘Let me go, please’ you managed to say, although you were scared and wanted to cry.
‘Look, we are just two men. Let us have a little fun and then we’ll let you go. It doesn’t take you much, babe’ he said, holding your arm with more strength. It hurt, but you could do nothing. You just wanted to run and hide, but he was much stronger than you. ‘Look, this will happen willingly or not. You remove your clothes or we remove your clothes’ he said, with a smirk.
You tried to run, to free yourself from his grip, but he just applied more pressure and said, ‘okay then’.
He pressed you to the wall, his friend laughing behind him. Just as he was about to take your shirt off, something pulled him back. You were crying by then, and you couldn’t see a lot through your tears, only something blue and red moving around.
‘Don’t you dare lay a finger on her ever again’ the man in the costume said, pinning the man to the ground with what seemed like web. He must be Spiderman, you thought, rubbing your eyes to have a better view.
‘Watch out!’ you shouted, as the man who had been laughing approached Spiderman from behind and removed his mask. Spiderman pinned him to the ground, too, the darkness not allowing you to see his face. Just as he was about to put the mask on, a car drove by, lightning up the alley. You couldn’t believe your eyes.
‘Peter? Is it you?’ you asked, your voice low. You were still scared, and now you didn’t know what to do or say.
‘What are you talking about?’ Spiderman said, the mask already covering his face. He was trying to lower his voice so that it sounded different, and you knew it.
‘Oh don’t you dare lie to me’ you whispered as you walked up to him and removed the mask before he could process your actions. You already knew it was him, but you were still taken back. Peter, your boyfr -ex-boyfriend, was Spiderman? Since when?
‘I didn’t tell you because I wanted to protect you’ was the first thing he said. ‘I knew you would be mad and I didn’t want to put you in danger. That’s why I broke up with you. I needed you far away from me. Clearly, it hasn’t gone well’ he said, with a fake laugh.
‘Does that-does that mean you still love me?’ you asked, your voice barely a whisper. His mask was on your hand, and you were admiring every inch of his face. He was perfect.
‘Shit, of course I do. How could I not? You-you are perfect. I’m so stupid. I didn’t mean a thing I said. It broke my heart to break your heart, but I honestly thought it had to be done, and I… I… Shit’ he shut up and held your face in his hands, cupping your cheeks. He pressed his lips to yours, and suddenly you knew what to do. That was where you belonged. That was who you belonged to.
When you two broke apart to breathe, the only thing that you said was, ‘don’t you ever do that to me again, Parker’. He just nodded, smirked, and pressed his lips back against yours, holding you so close that there was no space between you. You had forgotten about the men that tried to take advantage of you, but as soon as you heard the police sirens, Peter looked at them, still pinned to the ground, and then at you, his eyes full of love.
‘Do you want to fly around the city?’ he said, and with that, you were in his arms, watching the city of New York from the sky.

Do You?

by: mldgrl
Rated: PG-13
Happy Hanella Sunday everyone

Time seemed to be moving unbearably slow for Stella.  Alone in the guest house, ready and waiting, she paced in front of the bed, unconsciously smoothing down the front of her dress every so often.  She didn’t know what was taking so long.  She could tell by the shadows in the room and the way the light hit the windows at the back of the main house that the sun had begun to set and that meant that Fish should have been here by now to collect her.

Finally, there was a series of fast raps at the door and she hurried to open it.  Fish stood grinning in a white polo shirt and khaki pants, holding a small Tiffany gift bag up near his face with his other hand behind his back.

“For the bride,” Fish said, presenting the Tiffany bag to Stella.  “As per instructions from the groom, read the card first.”

Stella slipped a card out from inside the bag and opened it up.  The card itself was plain white with her name written in gold calligraphy across the front.  Hank’s clipped and crisp handwriting was on the inside.

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Issues (Yondu Udonta x Reader) - Chapter Two [Final Part]

Requested by @edolinlu : The reader is somehow stuck with the ravagers and they have to teach her how to fight, Yondu is jealous of others touching her physically but he doesn’t understand why, during a mission the reader gets hurt and he discovers his true feeling.

-Female Reader-

[Chapter One]

A/N: Let me know if you want to be on/off the tag list :)

Warnings: Smut, Fluffy Smut, Drama & Angst, Fluff.

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The loud banging on your door pulled you out of your sleep and you groaned as you sat up on the bed. A headache flashed your head and you buried your face in your hands with a grunt. The night had been filled with restless sleep and troublesome dreams; about the mission today but most of all, about Yondu and your arising feelings for him. You realized that now, why you’d been so upset about his behaviour lately, the way he discarded himself from you, ignoring you.

You started falling for the blue spaceman and you hated it.

You’d had your share of bedmates throughout your years in space, but never had you let feelings come in your way. Feelings weakened you and made you soft, and that was the last thing you wanted to be. You needed to be strong and emotionless in your line of work.

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An Unexpected Discovery

Pairing: Tom Holland Peter Parker x You!

Summary: You’re told by your best friend, Ned Leeds, to confess your feelings to Peter Parker, your longtime crush. However, a surprise rendezvous with Spider-man himself results in an unforgettable date and a very surprising discovery.

Warnings: really light swearing

A/N: This is my first Marvel fic, and since Spiderman has been my favorite Marvel hero since I was little, I had to make my first fanfic about him! Repost, like, or comment what you think, guys! I really love feedback from readers. -V

Ned was right…you needed to tell Peter how you felt.

God, you hated it when he was right about this. You were still a little annoyed at how Ned found out: he found out while looking through your notebook, which housed many doodles of your crush and Ned’s best friend, Peter Parker.

Damn, you really needed to keep that habit in check.

“You really think he likes me? Because it’s not like I know him myself,” you pressed, still apprehensive that he might say no. Ned was a mutual friend of you and Peter, but you often found yourself talking to Ned alone, or just sending smiles and polite “Hi”s to Peter when he sat with you and Ned.

Ned gave you a warm smile, reassuring you that Peter’s feelings were mutual, but you were still hesitant to do this. What if what he said was a lie? You’ve never risked your feelings for someone before, so why start now?

At your hesitation, Ned started to become visibly annoyed, and playfully pushed you up off the park bench. “Now go, already!”

“Okay, okay, fine, shit,” you rolled your eyes in defeat.

Neither of you had any idea that Spider-man himself was watching your conversation this whole time.

It was noon, but you knew you needed to take the subway station home, because walking to Queens all the way from Times Square would be horrible. You got home within half an hour, opened the window for some breeze, and plopped down on your bed, letting out a loud sigh. You promised Ned you would tell Peter about your feelings for him, but you were having second thoughts, again.

Your mind was on Peter, as usual: you could stare into his dark brown eyes forever, and his awkward demeanor was endearing. You found yourself going red whenever he laughed, completely smitten with the way he leaned his body back when laughing.

Your thoughts were interrupted quickly as you heard a small shuffling. Warily, you pushed yourself out of your bed and looked out the window, thinking that a squirrel got in. You pushed it down, completely unaware that there was a person in your room.

You almost turned back to fall back onto your bed. Almost. However, something familiar caught your eye: something red and blue. You whipped your head up to your left, and almost let out a surprised yelp when Spider-man covered your mouth with his hands.

Oh god! Shit! What am I gonna do? Should I tell Ned? Or Peter? Your mind started to spin, but you gained control of yourself just in time to shoot him a look that had a mix of anger and confusion. You could see he reached for a paper as you sent him a dirty look. You ignored your thoughts as you saw him scrawl out a sentence on a piece of paper from your many notebooks. Thank heavens it wasn’t one of the pages you doodled on, Y/N.

Staring at you, Spider-man held out the arm that held the piece of paper. You read it aloud.

‘Sorry for barging in. The window was open.’ What the FUCK,” you shoot him a mean look, and he looked away. “That doesn’t give you rights to sneak into someone’s apartment!” You were almost yelling at this point. But something stopped you from losing it entirely:

How did he know you lived in Queens?

You took your time in writing out this thought, and handed the paper back to him. He hastily grabbed it from you, and chuckled. It sounds familiar…have you heard this laugh before? He handed you the paper, and looked away, his hand on the back of his head in a sheepish manner. You looked down to see what he had written. 

‘Trust me,’” it said. Plain and simple, and your eyebrows knotted in confusion. You looked up, expecting to see him, but he wasn’t there. You looked everywhere until you found him opening your window, motioning for you to come near him. 

“You better be glad my parents aren’t home this week,” you said, sighing and playfully glaring at him while coming to his side. He grabbed your waist, and swung off the window, ignoring your surprised look as he flew through Queens.

“Close your eyes,” he yelled into your ear, and you did exactly that, while holding on for your dear life, of course.

“Hey, Y/N,” Spider-man whispered. “You can open your eyes now.”

“We stopped moving, right?” Your eyes were scrunched shut, and your breath was shaky.

“Yeah, but you still might wanna hold onto me,” he chuckled again. Where did you hear that laugh before?

You slowly opened up your eyes, and your breath hitched as you took in the splendid sight before you. You were in New York City!! And not just anywhere in New York City, but on the Empire State Building! An excited you was about to peck Spider-man’s cheek before your foot slipped and you looked down, fear washing over you.

Holy. Fuck. You weren’t just on the Empire State Building, no. YOU WERE ON THE TIP OF THE SKYSCRAPER ITSELF!

Your head was fixed to the street below you. You hugged Spider-man as hard as you could, muttering to yourself that you were gonna die. Those sounds were so small that you assumed he couldn’t hear this, but he did, and he looked at you.

“You scared of heights?” he asked nonchalantly. Of course, he isn’t scared. He’s Spider-man for crying out loud! The guy flies across the city practically every day!

Pushing your thoughts out of your mind, you nodded weakly, looking up to him. He held you tighter against him, and your breath hitched for the second time in that moment, your arms wrapping around his waist. What he said next was sweet.

“Keep looking ahead, not below,” he whispered. “You’ll really enjoy the view.”

It took everything within you not to think of looking down, and you had to admit, the view was MUCH better up at the tip than at the topmost floor of the skyscraper. You spent a good half an hour taking in everything there was to take in from New York City: Times Square, multiple patches of greenery that were parks, the Avengers tower (which you had always wanted to visit). You could feel Spider-man’s breath against your hair and his chest rise and fall with each breath. You smiled, thinking about how you wanted this with Peter.

Ah, Peter…wait, Peter! Oh my god! Is it…no way!

Your eyes widened in surprise, looking at the boy in the mask next to you. How could you not see it? His chuckles, his voice, and how he knew your name should have given it away!

“P-p-p…Peter?” you stuttered, frozen in your position. You were glad you did, because as soon as he heard you, you could see his eyes widen through the mask. The web holding you two to the building was gone, and he was soon aiming for another building, then another, and another, flying you back to Queens and into your room, you being too shocked to scream.

Your feet landed softly on the ground, feeling soft carpet underneath you. As Peter let go of your waist, you fell back on your bed, exhausted from tonight’s escapades. You looked to your right to see Peter lift you up. However, no matter how much strength you mustered up to stand, you were falling again as soon as you saw Peter underneath that mask.

“Y/N? Y/N! Shit,” he reached out to hold you, his tone quite nervous. “I can explain.”

But you couldn’t. Not when you found out something like this!

“I AM CALM,” you almost yelled, but turned away, pacing back and forth. “Oh my god, Y/N, what have you done?” Your tone was anxious as you tried to piece together the puzzle in front of you.

You were about to walk with your back to Peter before he webbed your wrist and pulled you to him, turning you to face him in the process.

“Hey,” he spoke, his voice a bit raspy, and you felt short of breath. “You wanna know something?”

You looked up into his eyes with confusion, but his eyes were mischievous as he continued to speak.

“This is the only alone time we’ve had in awhile.”

What? You didn’t know what to say, so you chose to just listen to him.

“I’ve liked you from the day we met, Y/N,” he blurted out, not catching your shocked face.

“You’ve never been that vocal with me, but I’ve seen you with your other friends, and god,” he said, emphasizing the word “god”. “Everything about you, everything, from your smarts to how awkward you are, makes me speechless. Plus, you’re hot,” he rattled on.

You found yourself blushing at that statement, but playfully smacked his shoulders while rolling your eyes.

“‘You’re hot’? Smooth,” You quoted, chortling.

“What? I’m not wrong!” Peter defended himself, backing up a bit. And then…


“Hey,” he said, breaking the silence and lifting your chin up. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk to me, Y/N,” he looked to the blue of his suit and shrugged. “I kinda kept one of the biggest secrets of my life from you. But will you give me a chance? Please?” He looked desperate, and seemed as if he was going to cry soon.

You didn’t say anything. Instead, you just cupped his face in your hands, and slowly moved your face to his. You didn’t say anything until you were only centimeters apart from each other, Peter holding a chair to steady himself, and you standing on a stool to meet his eyes. 

“I don’t wanna talk, Peter.” You didn’t waste any time with gently pulling his face towards yours and kissing him softly. Peter kissed you back with such intensity that you leaned back, laughing against his lips as his right hand slid down to the smalls of your back. You were like that for what felt like seconds, even though it had been a few minutes. Finally, pulling back to get some much-needed oxygen back into your system, you stared at him, your mind on overdrive. Man, he was a great kisser.

“I love you, Spider-man,” you sing-songed. “Always have, always will,” and with that, Peter pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. “I guess you’re gonna have to talk to me around Ned now, huh?”

“Even if he’s not around, I’ll definitely see you around, Peter,” you smiled.

He smiled back and started towards the window. As he was about to fly out of your window, he heard you call his name softly.

“Thank you…for the date today. It was great,” you said, before you clarified. “This was a date, right?” You held uncertainty in your voice.

“Only if you want it to be, and we can go on many more of those,” Peter winked. “What do you say?”

Before you could think, you blurted out, “Friday night at 6? How ‘bout a movie?”

Peter chuckled again, and you could feel yourself falling harder for him. “Friday it is! See you then, Y/N.”

And he flew away, leaving you to wonder what you could have done that not only got you a date with the love of your life, but with Spider-man as well.