[circle of life plays in the background]

shruglite  asked:

hey do you have any super recent pictures of christian? my friends and i are trying to see the hair growth progress. thanks!

Unfortunately, it’s pretty hard to find recent pictures of Christian since he’s off  social media, but the good news is that the hair is definitely growing back!

As you can see below, this is Christian immediately after he shaved his head. Very smooth, very bald.

Shown below is him in his early stages of baldness. A little bit of color to the scalp, but there is still a large resemblance to an egg.

Here is where the major progress comes into play! This was taken August 2017, so there was plenty time for more hair growth since then, especially on the sides.

As you can see, we have full coverage people! This picture was taken a little less than a month ago!

And who’s that lurking in the background of this photo? 

This was taken only a few weeks ago!

There is still a long way to go until the flowing locks make a return, but things are definitely looking up!

Stuck in traffic - Sidney Crosby (smut)

Requested by anon: Can you do a Sid Crosby imagine? Actually I have 2 if you don’t mind, I saw you said we can send in as many as we’d like. Could you do a detailed smutty one? The story line can really be anything, I’m not picky, just some smut. And for the second one can you do one where you have a one night stand with him but you guys have a real romantic connection and he ends up really liking you and leaves his girlfriend for you? If you can’t do two, you can just do the first one I asked for :) Thank you!

A/N: Hey! I hope you like it. The second one will be posted soon.

Word count: 1574

Warnings: EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER THE CUT. Swearing. Spanking.

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Originally posted by tyler91seguin

I’m bored. Bored as hell. Bored as I have never been. And we are stuck in traffic. And the car doesn’t seem to move more than two inches at a time. And Sidney doesn’t stop changing the radio station. And I have checked all my accounts of social media at least a thousand times. And, and, and.

“This is bullshit.” I say, putting my phone down. “I refuse to think that all these people live in Pittsburgh.”

“We are almost there, (y/n).” Sidney seems calmed, but I can tell that he is as annoyed by it as I am. Sidney hates waiting.

“We were almost there two hours ago.” I complain, unbuckling my seat belt and turning on my seat, putting my bare feet on Sidney’s lap.

“Baby, this is really unsafe.” He warns me, but he takes his hand from steering wheel and runs his fingers on my ankle and foot absent-mindedly, caressing my skin softly. I hum, enjoying the physical contact between us.

Sidney and I have been together for a little over two years, which is kind of crazy to think about. I wasn’t a hockey fan, so when I run onto him in the grocery store I didn’t think of him as the town hockey hero but just as a really cute man with a really great ass; little did I know that we would become one of those ‘celebrity couples’ and that we would be on magazines and I would get offers from brands to promote them and our private life wouldn’t be so private after all. We are just Sidney and (y/n) for me, not Pittsburgh’s power couple.

“Extremely dangerous.” I say when Sidney’s hand travels up my calf to my knee, caressing the skin my skirt doesn’t cover.

Sidney smirks, but doesn’t say anything else, making the car move a little before stopping it again. Sid has finally stopped changing the radio station every two seconds and ‘only love’ by Ben Howard is playing on the background while we share a comfortable silence.

Sidney’s hand goes up and up my leg, drawing circles on the skin of my inner thigh teasing me and I draw a sharp breath, making him chuckle.

“That is a two ways game, sweetheart.” I warn him, shaking my legs a little.

“You don’t want to play with me, babygirl.” He says, squeezing my thigh with his big hand. “You know that I always play to win.”

“We’ll see about that.” I mutter, taking my feet from his lap and sitting straight again.

We stay motionless for a second until I fish for his hand and link my fingers to his, leaving them on his lap. The corners of his mouth go up a little, bringing our linked hands to his mouth and leaving butterfly kisses on my knuckles.

 

“Hey.” He says and I look at him. “I love you.”

I smile, leaning over his side of the car to give him a chaste kiss. I unlink our hands and leaving mine up his thigh, mimicking the caresses he was doing on my skin just minutes ago.

“You are playing with fire, doll.” He hisses when I bring my hand too far up, feeling his growing erection. I reach for the button of his jeans, but he grabs my hand before I can undo it, shooting me a filthy look.

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bornwithgasolineheart  asked:

Heard you needed a silly or light-hearted headcanon: Surprisingly, genius billionaire playboy philanthropist Tony Stark, a man with his roots firmly planted in the science world, could sing like no one’s business and play on more than a dozen of instruments. Looking at his family background (and with that people usually meant Howard Stark’s work and influence over Tony, because for them Maria Stark was usually a distant figure that moved in other circles of the life of the rich and famous) 1/4

no one would expect from him to be interested in something as simple as piano lessons from his mother. “And why would he?” people wondered. “You obviously can’t shape the future with fancy notes like Stark weapons could!” 2/4

(both Maria and Tony could disagree with people, but in the end why would they? It was their thing and only their thing in the end.) So yeah, Tony Stark was an amazing singer and lived playing music in his free time. The only problem? ¾

He unironically belts out on most obnoxious and painfully catchy songs, including but not limited to ABBA’s classics, Shake It Off, Call Me Maybe, the Pen Pineapple Apple Pen song (accompanied, of course, with the dance) and, on one glorious occasion, the Nyan Cat song 4/4


I will now and forever assume that the first time Bucky was brought down to the workshop for Tony to take a look at this arm Bucky’s been an angsty mess for the previous twenty hours because of all the issues he has with labs and his arm and Tony-who’s-parents-he-killed-Stark and oh god, he’s gonna die or worse snap and kill someone– only to walk in on Tony dancing with DUM-E in his lab, singing Dancing Queen at the top of his lungs.

So yeah this is a beautiful headcanon, thank you so much for sharing it!!!

In which Star-Lord Falls in Love (Fluffy Guardians of the Galaxy Smut)

An anon suggested fluffy smut with Star-Lord, and oh goodness gracious how could I resist that? 

Fluffy with a few NSFW parts. 

Maybe it was the way that every time you ran into each other on Knowhere you were wearing his favorite color. Maybe it was because you were the only person in the galaxy who called him “Star-Lord” without a roll of the eyes. Maybe it was the little smile that’d work its way across your face when he played his music. Maybe it was just you. The reason didn’t matter. The only thing that did, was that Peter Quill found himself hopelessly in love with you.

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anonymous asked:

Rowaelin - First line "So which part did you say was actually going to be fun?" Modern AU

Not my best, but still a little modern AU fluff for your evening. Short and sweet. ;) Thank you, Anon!

Originally posted by endlessslygazing

“So, which part did you say was actually going to be fun?”

Rowan chuckled.”I didn’t say it was going to be fun. I said it was going to be interesting.”

Aelin rolled her eyes. “Fine, allow me to correct myself: which part is meant to be interesting?”

The two were sitting on her bedroom floor, their backs leaning against the foot of her bed, their chemistry books sitting open on their laps.

“You don’t like chemistry?” Rowan grinned. “Huh. I had no idea.”

“When you said we were going to study, I thought you meant we were going to pretend to study and do other things instead,” Aelin said, snapping her textbook shut.

“We have a test tomorrow,” Rowan sang, flipping the page.

“You have a bored girlfriend right now,” Aelin sang back, falling into his lap and using his textbook as a pillow. “You know the material. You don’t need to study.”

“No,” he agreed, “but you do.”

“I’m more of a ‘whatever happens, happens’ type of person,” she shrugged. “You can’t change me, Rowan Whitethorn.”

To his dismay, he smiled. She had that affect on him.

“I would never even try,” he said, pushing the golden strands out of her face. “Okay. We can take a break. What were you wanting to do tonight, your Majesty?”

“Binge watch something on Netflix,” she suggested, “under the blankets. Maybe do a little kissing.”

“Only a little?”

“I don’t like to give you too much,” she winked. “I always need to leave you wanting more.”

“You will always leave me wanting more,” he laughed, breathlessly. “No matter what you give me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she smiled, her humor drifting away, the air becoming full of a different type on tension. 

She leaned up and kissed him, passionately, and his body instantly responded. He lifted her up, and threw her down against her pillows, continuing to crawl on top of her.

“Can we skip the Netflix part?” Rowan raised his brows, pressing his abdomen against hers.

“I was hoping so,” she laughed, pulling him down by the collar of his hoodie. 

An hour later, the couple sat propped up against the headboard, their lips red and swollen, their hair a mess. Aelin traced circles around Rowan’s bare chest as he watched her graceful fingers move.

“I’m asking you to study more often,” he whispered, making her giggle, softly.

They talked about life, and love, and everything they wanted out of their futures. They talked about college, and marriage, and their greatest fears. Throughout it all, Rowan knew he found someone special, someone worth following anywhere and everywhere.

He fell asleep to the sound of her steady breathing, just as whatever show she had chosen, that had been playing pointlessly in the background, finished it’s final episode. 

Hold On

Shawn Mendes x Reader

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*FLASHBACK*

Long days and even longer nights. The days are filled with homework and studying and the nights are filled with loneliness. All you do is think about Shawn. The two of you have been dating for about two and a half years and for the past two months Shawn has been on tour. First he began on his Handwritten promotional tour and then he just jumped right into the European leg of the tour.

You sigh as you roll over to look at the wall of your dorm room and gaze over the photos in the multiple collages you had made. Most of the photos are of you and Shawn. You sprinkled a few photos of friends and family, but because you are about an hour and a half away from home, you see most of them very often.

You trace the outline of Shawn’s face from a polaroid you had taken of him about a year ago.

Your phone rings from the only person that you want to talk to right now; Shawn. you unplug it from the charger and quietly step into the dorm hallway to talk.

“Hey baby, I was just thinking about you.” You whisper.

“(Y/N), (Y/N)…” Shawn begins frantically, “(Y/N) I can’t do this anymore.”

“Shawn baby, stay with me.” You plead. “Everything will be all right. Talk to me.”

“I just, the touring and the people and the constant questions and the photos and the judgement…. I just (Y/N), I can’t do this anymore. (Y/N) I need you.” Shawn says, you can tell if he is crying, but you can hear his heavy breathing.

“Shawn I know I haven’t seen you in a while, but you are always on my mind.” You whisper, “I can never be able to know what you are going through, but always remember that there is so much life ahead of you. It won’t slow down, no matter what you do. You are in a busy month right now and you just have to push through. You have to hold on and if you can’t do it for yourself, do it for me.”

*PRESENT TIME*

You are lying in Shawn’s bed in his home town of Pickering. Your head is resting peacefully on his chest and his arms are wrapped around you. He draws circles on your forearm as the faint sound of John Mayer is playing in the background.

“Can I ask you a question?”  Shawn murmurs.

“Always.” You reply as you look up towards him.

“What is your favorite song on the album?” He asks.

“Hmmm…” you think, “That’s a tough one. i have a lot the I love, but I think my favorite would have to be ‘Hold On’.”

“Why?” Shawn asks with a smile on his face.

“I think all of your songs have passion and meaning to some level, but when I listen to 'Hold On’ I just get this feeling that you are telling a true story.” You begin, “And I know that you and I have had a few conversations like that so I could kind of relate I guess.”

“Funny that 'Hold On’ is your favorite.” Shawn says.

“Oh yeah why?” You give him a puzzled look.

“'Hold On’ is about you.” Shawn begins and immediately your eyes well up with tears, “I have had a couple of conversations like that with my dad, but you are always the first person that I call. That conversation is a literal one that I had with you. Do you remember that night last spring that I called you? You say in the hallway with me and we talked for an hour in the phone? Well right after that I new I wouldn’t be able to sleep so I wrote 'Hold On’. Originally the song went ‘and my girl said Shawn stay with me’, but when I played it for the producers they had me change it to my dad.”

“You really did that?” You ask for while tears stream down your cheeks.

“Here,” Shawn says as he reaches into his table side drawer and pulls out a crumpled piece of lined paper. “This is the original lyric sheet. See it still says 'my girl’.”

You look at his hand writing and it’s true, he really did this for you. You knew that Shawn loved you but there was no better way to prove it. He gave you the paper that night and it hung on your wall for years to come, forever actually. Shawn expressed his love in many ways after that, but this was truly a gift and nothing could change it. You would never be able to listen to 'Hold On’ the same again.

Reconciliation. Chapter 3: Tiny Dancer

Chapter One: Easter Eggs

Chapter Two: Memory Lane

Chapter Three: Tiny Dancer: 

Candles burned brightly.

Small embers of life that circled the room, creating a sea of lights. Lights that danced as I walked in the front door. Tony’s house had undergone a great deal of changes in the time that I’d known him. He hosted his fair share of parties. Parties that had always been the talk of the town, so I wasn’t surprised when I walked in the front door and saw a sea of balloons, confetti on the floor and candle light that accompanied the music that was lightly playing in the background. It’s a sight I’d gotten used to, but tonight it felt different. Tonight it felt like a reunion of sorts.

I clutch my purse close to me as I sneak in the front door, my eyes darting around as I take in the faces of the people others called the Avengers. The heroes so many people idolized. The heroes that were more human than I’d ever imagined.

I hear their laughs as I walk further into the house, my eyes finding them all sitting in the living room. All of them sit with smiles as they talk to each other. Long lost friends reconnecting again after everything they’d been through. It was a sight that I’d never had the pleasure to see before this moment, but I find myself smiling all the same. I maneuver through the house in silence until I reach the living room, it’s there I see my friends. The friends that I’d missed after the fall out of the civil war that had occurred.

But it isn’t them who capture my attention, it’s the sight of Bucky Barnes dancing behind the couch. He stands tall with our daughter in his arms. He holds her close to him, her small feet dangling as he holds her chest to his. His right hand holds her hand like a proper dancer while his left arm holds her body up so she doesn’t fall. They’re dancing to some folk song, the both of them looking into each others eyes deeply as they dance together, laughing as she talks his ear off.

I watch on in a daze, my lips pulling into a big smile as I feel tears fill my eyes. I’d wanted this for as long as I could remember. I’d wanted my family to be complete and now it was. Now I had hope.

“She’s had him dancing for well over an hour.”

Steve’s voice breaks my attention as a tear dares to escape, my happiness too hard to handle as I watch the man I’m in love with dance with our daughter. The man who’d been captured by Hydra. The man who had suffered so much in his life was now smiling. He was dancing again. He was human again and it made my heart soar.

“I always wanted this for him.”

I whisper quietly, my voice breaking as I dare to look over at Steve, my tears showing themselves the moment our gazes lock. His lips pull into a tight line when he looks back at me, his eyes sympathetic as he reaches out to rub my back. He knows I’m not sad, but he still feels the need to comfort me.

“You were what he needed Emilia. You were the home he needed after everything.”

I look at Steve when he says this, my mind seeming to flash through every memory that led me to this moment. Every memory, every emotion that I had ever experienced. It all hits me at once when I think of how far we’d come, how we’d survived all the hell we’d been exposed to. The hell that had always been worth enduring.

“I love him Steve. I’ve never loved anyone else the way I love Bucky.”

The words come out in a faint whisper as he looks back at me, his blue eyes seeming to glisten as he stares back at me. Maybe he knew I loved Bucky the way I said I do. Maybe he knew that I would always love his friend. I would always be there for him and nothing would take away these feelings.

“I know you love him Emilia. It’s nice to know that I have someone who can keep him in line.”

He pulls me in against him when he says this, a warm embrace overtaking me as he gives the side of my head a light kiss. A kiss that is accompanied by a laugh as he hears the sound of my daughter giggling followed by the sound of her little voice.

“Twirl me faster Daddy!”

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(fic) Little Quackers

alternatively named “Seventeen Cuddle Pile”

Pairings: literally everyone but the classics are all there Soonyoung/Seokmin, Mingyu/Wonwoo, Jeonghan/Seungcheol

Genre: the fluffiest of all fluff

Rating: G

Summary: cuddle-pile after getting back to the dorm from isac. that’s it that’s the fic.

pls forgive this trash i’m tired and still mad at isac

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Requiem for the Children of the Damned

On this mysterious journey you and I embarked on, I happened to fall asleep gazing at you–Zitten (White Night)

Warning: Implications of drug use/suicide. Basically the triggers in the I NEED U MV original still hold in this story. 

OT7, inspired by the stupid I NEED U MV 


It’s in some substandard motel that she leaves him. A long fissure in an anthology of cracks he likes to call Love, Lies, Heartbreak and Everything Else that was Wrong but Right. Tonight finds him standing in front of crumpled bed sheets, the lingering stench a cruel memento of hours spent intertwined beneath tacky neon lights. The notes she scrawled at twilight carve lyrics of a love song onto mustard yellow walls.

The mattress burns cold when he collapses on it. His back arches in a breathless crescent off bed sheets the same thread count as the number of stars he had once counted in her eyes, or perhaps the number of times she had said sorry before she even left.

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disjunct

baby we both know that the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day
words: 923
pairing: gray & juvia
fandom: fairy tail

          Secrets I have held in my heart
          Are harder to hide than I thought
          Maybe I just wanna be yours

The song playing in the background is mingled with her labored breathing, alternating with her low moans that fill his ears. The melody flows across the room like her body flows under his; he’s gotta give her props for the nice selection of songs she made.

She is music herself. Her body is a melody he has learned to play, his hands having roamed every curve of her until he knows each cranny so well he can play it by ear.

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i feel like if luke got upset about something, he wouldn’t want to talk to anyone except you bc fuck he loves you so much and you’re a constant in his life. his accent would become thicker, not caring if you understood him or not. he’d just need to vent out to you, the person he loves the most. he’d be resting his head on your lap and a movie would be playing in the background. you’d play with his hair and rub soothing circles on his arm until he falls asleep and fuck you realize how much you love him. his eyes are shut and his mouth is slightly parted, a small smile stretching out on his lips when you quietly whisper an ‘i love you’