absolutly adore it

BTS when you sit on their lap and snuggle up to them



Jin was going to prepare dinner, when you suddenly sat down on his lap. At first, he would be flustered, a little shocked by your sudden action. However, as soon as you snuggled up to him, he would giggle about you, thinking that you were so cute. No dinner today, the two of you would be cuddling.

“What are you actua- Omo, your so cute (Y/N)!”

Originally posted by theseoks



Tae would absolutly adore that cute side of yours. He would even ask you to sit on his lap sometimes, pulling you closer. Even though cuddling would always end up with him poking your cheeks or trying to tickle you, so be prepared.

“Come here jagiiii~ I promise I don’t pinch your cheeks this time!”

Originally posted by bwipsul



He would be so flustered! He would love it, no question, but little actions like that always made him blush. He would probably laugh about himself being like this. He wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything but you, so he’d just stop whatever he was doing, wrapping his arms around you. If he was in the mood, he might kiss you.

“W-WOah jagi, what are you…doing?” (Drops pencil but tries to act cool)

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned



He would be so excited, happy like a little child when you sat on his lap. Moments like that totally made his day. After some time, he would get bored though. So get ready for a wrestling competition or him hugging you so tight that you can barely breath.

“(Y/N) ahhhhhhhh, your so cuteu!”

Originally posted by chimchams



Suga seems like the type who really likes cuddling with his s/o. He would literally help you to climb on his lap while he was working on some paper stuff, enjoying the feeling of your warmth. He would play with your hair or rub your back to return the affection.

“Don’t ask, I know you want to cuddle. Am I right? Come here.”

Originally posted by jeonsshi



Jimin would be wondering on what exactly you were trying to do, when you suddenly tried to sit down on his lap. Also he would be laughing at your struggling. He would find it adorable, literally melting when you snuggled up to him and smiling his signature smile. He would really like it, but he woud tease you about it after.

“Jagi, you  don’t need a chair. You can sit on my lap for dinner,”

Originally posted by bwipsul



If it was the first time you did something like that, he would be shook. Like, literally even jungshook. His eyes would get big when you snuggled up to him,  wondering on how to react. He would slowly hug you back, breathing in your scent. Once he wasn’t nervous anymore, he would get more confident and  maybe even kiss you, iniciating a make out session,

Originally posted by hohbi


Hey guys~~ I really hope you like this reaction. I wanted to upload it before, but Tumblr was like “Aish, leave me alone I’m gonna delete everything” so I had to start again -.- However, It’s up now~~

XOXO Admin Isi

Got7 Version 

De-aged Carlos running around in an over sized lab coat confused and scared by his surroundings but he instinctively trusts the pretty radio guy and follows him around tugging on his sleeve and asking for piggybacks and of course Cecil finds him absolutly adorable and does the whole show with him sitting on his lap trying to keep him from messing with the controls

Let’s talk about Snarry

I think the most annoying part of the Fandom is that Snarry isn’t a very common ship, you really have to dig around for people who like it. The sad thing is, when people hear something they aren’t farmiliar with, they panic and say hurtful things before they have time to understand my ship. I Absolutly adore my ship, the stories I have read and the art I have seen has pulled me out of a depression. When I’m panicked or stressed or crying… I read snarry. It makes me happy and it relaxes me. So when people continuously attack me and ridicule me over my ship, it breaks me down a little because this is the ship that has helped me so much. I’ve spent so much time writing, reading, and drawing snarry that when some random person on the Internet attacks me in 0.05 seconds over my ship that it breaks me down! Drarry shippers see dramione and even when they don’t ship it, they accept it. Why can’t I have that too? “Who’s you’re ship?” Well I can’t say it in fear of the hateful things people will say.

So here… I’m gonna say it.




I Fucking Love Snarry


Deal with it. Bitch

Happiness is a Warm Gun

Joker x Reader

Masterlist | Requests

Prompt: Hey, I just wanted to say I ABSOLUTLY ADORE your writing and I was wondering if you could do a piece were Puddin captures the reader and gets her to strip for him? Very kinky, very dirty smutty smutty smutty smut.

{A/N} I had fun with this, honestly, thank you haha. More of your requests are coming! Thank you for being patient, I’m doing them in the order I receive them!
xo Harley

Warnings: Some violence/abuse, cursing, very kinky, very dirty smutty smutty smutty smut. Also gun play, sorta, so theres that.

The rain seemed to spill from buckets onto the windows of your small apartment. A {F/B} LP spins on your record player as it clashes with the sounds outside. A warm cup of tea keeps your left hand occupied as your right one holds the novel Lolita. As gloomy as the day was, you enjoyed this every time the rain fell, and took solace in the company of your favorite band, a book, a cup of tea and your cat.

Your life was never very eventful, and you have no set direction or calling, but you always valued the little things in life. After all, it’s the little things that add up to the grand scheme of things, and you take solace in it. Reading and tea is good enough for you, and you knew that much about yourself. 

You’re not the girl who goes out and parties, or subdues herself with violent or dangerous vices. After seeing how old friends turned out from just that, you were okay with your vanilla habits. 

 You take a sip from your {F/T} tea and run your hand along your cats tail as {he/she} hops off of the plush bench in the alcove and runs into the other room. Strange.. you think, putting your tea down and setting the open book on the cushion before you get up and walk to your room to grab a cat toy to entertain {her/him}. As you push the door open further, your eyes land on a man standing in front of your large, full length mirror, checking himself out, startling you to say the least as your eyes pop open and your hand grips onto the door. 

“This jacket, it’s new. But I think it really looks good on a guy.. What do you think?” He says, keeping his eyes on his own reflection. 

You’re unsure if he can see you in the mirror, but your eyes stay glued to his shoes, almost burning holes into them as your mind hastily runs through files of information that you may have come across in your years that could possibly help you in a situation like this. Your first thought is to quickly run back into the kitchen and grab a knife, but what if he’s got a gun? 

Trying to quietly swallow hard, your eyes move upwards. He’s slender, built and so, very cocky. His stance is that of a man who knows exactly what he’s worth and who he is, and something about it is almost attractive as you carry on, now more curious, to his face in the mirror. He was pale, and the dark purple trench coat only brought out the green in his hair. His face has tattoos and his icy gaze could mesmerize you without question. Quickly and completely by accident, your eyes now catch each other’s in the mirror, and the smile that slides across his face is nothing short of devilish.

A mixture of emotions course through your tense body as he turns slowly, a mock frown turning on his lips. 

“Don’t be scared, sweetie pie, daddy just wants to play with you a little..”

“Daddy?” You ask. 

It wasn’t really in your repertoire to call someone daddy. You haven’t been quite a sexual person with anyone else, and it wasn’t that you haven’t had experience, you just weren’t sure you ever found someone who really made your heart jump from your chest enough. 

“Oh,” a long laugh emits from his ruby red stained lips, and you can make out every “ha ha” as he does so. “I’m gonna teach you a few things, baby doll.”

Your shoulders slide back, and you turn your cheek slightly. Now would be the time to grab a knife, you think. But something in you pulls at the thought of him. Pulls at the thought of calling him daddy. You’re unsure of the feeling between your thighs as he slowly turns around to face you now, revealing his bare torso riddled with tattoos. 

“Joker..” you read out loud, still rather quietly as your eyes fixate on the lettering above his naval. 

“That’s my name, doll, don’t wear it out,” he says, his voice gravely as takes a step in your direction. “And you, {Y/N}, are one sizzlin’ lady." 

His eyes fall on your exposed shoulder from the oversized sweater you had on before he walks towards your closet, shaking his head. 

I want you to show it off for me…“ 

 Still in shock, you’re watching as he starts thumbing through hangers in your closet, completely making himself at home. How does he know my name? I’ve never seen him before in my life but… Your mind recalls the television broadcasts and news articles about him. They all seem to run through your head like an old film reel and your heart begins to quicken all over again. 

"You’re gonna kill me.” You say, your voice hollow. 

The words seemed to slow down the world, and you could only think of your cat who’d miss you terribly. 

“Oh I’m not gonna kill ya… I’m gonna hurt ya, and you might like it.” He says, yanking a little {F/C} dress from a hanger, breaking it in the process. “Put this on.” He says, throwing it at you. 

You instinctively catch the dress in your hands, flustered and confused. 


You move to the bathroom, removing your clothes and slipping into the dress. Even you couldn’t help but like what you saw when you looked in the mirror, but you’d only bought that dress on impulse, and you remembered that as you pulled off the tag. 

You emerge from the bathroom, and he coincidently chucks the pair of black heels you bought to pair with the dress. 

"Be a good little girl, put on your shoes, and lets go." 

You begin to panic now, afraid of going anywhere. 

"I’m not going anywhere with you!” You say, throwing your shoes back at him. “Go away!" 

 The trembling starts in your fingers and makes its way to the rest of your body as his cold stare meets your terrified one. In what feels like only seconds, he pulls a sash from his pocket, grabs your wrists and ties them together. Trying to fight him was the only thing you could think to do, but as soon as he let go, the bones in your wrists were pressing together, and the sash was digging into your flesh, feeling like it could cut off your circulation. 

“Fucker!” You manage to say as he pushes you onto the floor, taking your shoes and angrily putting them on for you.

“If you don’t wanna take the easy route, kitten, I have no problems with it,” he spits as he finished putting your shoes on, yanking you back up by your arm and dragging you through your apartment and out of the door. You whimper, wondering if you should take the chance in the empty street and call for help. You were on the bottom floor, and your door lead right outside, surely someone would hear you.

“Help! Somebody! Please, help m-”

Before you know it, you’re slammed against the wall, and theres a stinging on your cheek. Blinking a few times, your slowly turn your head back to face him. The hues of blue in his eyes up close look almost clear as you try to compose yourself. His expression is stern, and you feel compelled to listen to him now, and the feeling between your thighs is back, stronger now.

“What did I say about being a good little girl for daddy? I don’t want to ruin that pretty little face before I get to devour that, hot little body..”

His hand slides to the inside of your thigh, running his fingers up and down slowly, and you can almost see his expression change in just the least as he teases himself with the warmth of your skin in such a place. Your chest rises as falls, and as horrified as you were at the thought of something so gruesome, some, strange man kidnapping you and attempting at having you the way he wants, you couldn’t help but be aroused.

A jagged laugh leaves his lips as his eyes fall on your chest, noticing your erect, pierced nipples under the thin fabric of your dress. 

“Oh, you are a little freak, too. That’s okay… Just, like, me.”

Your piercings were a small show of rebellion for yourself. Just because you don’t do drugs or party every night, doesn’t mean you can’t do things that seem taboo to other people in other ways. 

He peels you off of the wall and pulls you to his purple Lamborghini, which stood out at your building to begin with. You wondered for a moment how you didn’t hear it earlier, once he threw you inside and turned on the car himself. The music was loud, thudding through the entire area, and he steps on the gas and speeds off, while you inwardly panic, planning an escape as soon as you get to where every you’re going.

“Hey honey, I gotta ask a big favor,” his voice roars, cocky and thick with a smile above the engines own roar and the musics loudness. “Maybe I’m wrong, but does this smell like chloroform to you?” 

He holds a rag to your nose and mouth, and you begin to scream, trying to wriggle away from it. The last thing you hear is his laughter as everything goes black and quiet around you. Oh his laughter.. When he pulled his little joke on you, it sounded like he was the happiest man on earth. 

Everything is hazy, blurry and fading either in or out- you can’t tell- as your eyes blink. The light around you is dim, and you try to move away, panic setting in slowly again as you come to. As you struggle to open your eyes more, praying it was all a bad dream, you see a blurry figure, sitting on a couch in front of you. The figure has green hair, no shirt, and pale skin. You want to cry, scream for help, but you’re too weak. 

Little by little, adrenaline kicks in, causing you to wake up more.

“Look at that mascara, running down those cheeks for me. God, you’re so pretty..” 

“I’m not doing anything for you!” You cry out, noticing you’re in the VIP area of a club as you scream over the music. You knew you were done for now, everyone was drunk, no one cared or paid any attention. No one would help.

“Now, now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he says, bringing his tattooed hand over his mouth as he watches you struggle to sit up. 

You notice the grin tattooed on his hand and you can’t help but be curious about it for only a second as you stare back at him once you’ve finally managed to sit up.

“What to do with you, my doll.. What to do..”

You stay quiet. It couldn’t be that bad, right? Surely not in a public place would he do something drastic to you. 

“Hey boss, we have a-”

“Shut up and get out,” Joker replies to his goon, pulling a gun and aiming it at him. You squeak and jump at the sight of the gun, tears welling up in your eyes again as the man holds his hands up and leaves. 

Fuck. He owns the place.

“Get up,” he tell you, pointing the gun at you now. 

This is it. I’m fish food when he’s done. 

You stand up, trembling just slightly again as you try to gain balance after being drugged and scared in your high heels. He stands up now, and steps closer to you. Your eyes stay on whats going on on the other side of the beaded curtain that separates you from the rest of the club. Trying to find an escape, if only in your mind, you concentrate on the people, the music, everything but what’s happening to you.

Suddenly, you feel your hands fall apart and your wrists gaining more feeling. Your initial thought is to run, but knowing (or thinking) that you can get away, you stay put. His hand reaches out for your face, trailing it to your {H/C} hair, and sliding his fingers through it. His fingertips graze the back of your neck, and your skin crawls. There’s that feeling again.

His hand continues to slide down your back, cupping your ass just slightly as he slides it back up, quickly bringing the gun to your back with his other hand as he whispers in your ear, his voice sultry and dark.

Strip for me..”

The gun on your back leaves as he slides it around to your side and walks back to the couch. Sitting down, Joker leans back into the plush leather, gun in one hand as he gestures towards you to start.

“Do not, keep daddy waiting.”

The gun in his hand was terrifying and yet sexy, and you exhale as you bring your hands back to your own body, sliding your fingers along your hips. You’ve never stripped for anyone before, and this was not your ideal first time.. But catching sight of the arousal in his pants already may have changed your mind as you slide your fingers up to the straps of your dress. Your body begins to sway softly to the music thudding in the club as your slide the straps off of your shoulders one by one, letting your fingers caress every curve and divot of your figure again.

Wanting to tease him, your hands go for the bottom of your short dress as you turn around, sliding it up slowly to expose your {B/T} thighs more. You roll your head back, your {H/L} hair falling over your shoulders as you spread your legs just a bit more, exposing one cheek and cupping your own ass before bending over to show it all to him. You catch him shifting in his seat, leaning forward on his knees now as you roll your body back up slowly, turning around to face him again and lifting your dress slowly as you walk closer towards him, standing between his legs now.

You were already wet at the mere fact that you were doing this for him, especially in a sea of people, and his eyes were still only on you. His hands reach out and grip into your thighs as you slide your dress up further, exposing your glistening essence to him. He leans in and kisses your thigh, tingling every bit of skin his lips grace. You push him back slightly, sudden confidence coursing through you, and he lifts a brow, his expression almost screaming ‘oh really now?’ 

A smile slides across his features as your hands slide back up, your fingers sliding between your breasts. Your hands glide over the fabric again before they cut your breasts. You let your fingers run over your nipples as you bite your lip, pulling on one of them. A soft groan escapes you as you find yourself doing this more for you at the moment, and he’s salivating just watching. His hands move along your legs as you pull at the top of your dress now, just barely exposing your nipples him. The look in his eyes is almost pained as you stop. A smirk slides across your features as you make eye contact with him now. 

“That’s my good girl.. I knew you had it in ya..”

Your hair is a mess, your skin is almost damp from the heat of the room and of the moment, and you giggle just slightly through lowered eyelids as you slide the rest of your dress down slowly. Bringing it over your hips, you let it fall around your heels. 

“Do I get to have you in me, daddy?” You ask, a big grin on your face now as you look at him. It almost feels like something in you snapped, and you just want to act on instinct. 

“Oh baby doll..” he groans, unbuttoning his pants and leaning in to kiss your thighs. You could tell he was proud of you and something in that gave you butterflies. His kisses led from your thigh up to your hip, his mouth trailing only inches away from your folds. He breathes against you before delving in, his tongue sliding along your slit. You moan, a hand playing with his green hair as the other pulls on your nipple. His tongue darts over your clit over and over and you almost laugh at the pleasure coursing through you.

He pulls back, grabbing your shoulders and turning your around, bending you over the table in front of the couch. He takes a long, clean cloth napkin and wrings it up, slapping your ass with it before pulling it back over your mouth and gagging you as your hands grip onto the table. His hand drags over the napkin and trails back to your hair, gripping into it and yanking it back. He grabs his gun with the other hand and glides the the end of the barrel over your back, the cold metal giving you chills. 

You can feel it sliding over your ass, stopping as he holds it at your sweet spot. 

“Happiness is a warm gun, ain’t it?” He growls, sliding it up and down your core again as you moan under the gag. You hang your head before he pulls it back by your hair. Instinctively, you move your hips to press further into his gun, letting it glide against your wetness now as he slips it between your folds further.

“Ask daddy nicely, and maybe I’ll give you want you want..” He coos, still gliding the gun agonizingly slow along your core.

Please daddy..you beg through the makeshift gag. In a rush, you feel his torso on your back and see the gun next to your face. He couldn’t wait any longer, torturing himself at the sight of you like this for him. What he had only seen around town as a sweet, innocent girl, being so dirty, so naughty just for him. His game was corruption, and everyone knew it. He uses a few fingers to pull the gag down from your mouth as he pushes himself into your core, sending a wave of pleasure from your essence to your head and your toes. A loud moan leaves you as he grunts, sliding in and out of your wetness.

“Lemme hear you moan for daddy, huh kitten?”

Almost on cue, you moan for him, unable to take the heat between your thighs now as you buck your hips to meet his thrusts. He presses his wet gun against your lips, leaning down further to watch as you take the now warm gun into your mouth, sucking on it as he continues to throw you both into ecstasy. 

A loud, satisfied hoot leaves him as he continues to push into you, growing sloppier by the second. You can hear him laugh as he bites into your shoulder, trailing down your back with bruises until he stands up straight.


“More, daddy..” you beg with a grin as his hand makes contact with your ass again and again. His hands reach for your hips and he pulls you back into him roughly as he reaches his climax, the feeling only guiding you into yours. 

One more slap stings your ass as he pulls out of you, a sort of “job well done” one this time as you pant, leaning down further on the table and loosening your grip on the edge. He squeezes your ass before turning around, buttoning his pants again and sliding a hand back through his emerald hair. The dress lands next to you as he tosses it back, looking around the room back on his guard as he wards off any stares that they may have attracted with his own icy glare as you stand back up, sliding into your {F/C} dress again. You smooth it out, and attempt to smooth out your hair while you turn back to him, half sitting on the table as you kick a leg up, leaning back on your arms and biting your lip.

“You’re gonna do just nicely at my side..” he says as he turns around, admiring a bruise already surfacing on your clavicle. 

anonymous asked:

Can I request how the RFA+V and Saeran react to MC being a world famous scientist? I'm talking on par with Bill Nye and Neil deGrasse Tyson in today's world.

This is a really cool request anonny! Bill Nye was the reason why I passed sixth grade science oh my gosh you’re making me all nostalgic! But I was pretty average when I took science classes in school so please forgive me for lacking science knowledge! Anyways, I still hope that you enjoy!!~


  • One of Yoosung’s worst subjects in school is science to he feels like his prayers have been answered when he finds out he’s dating a scientist
  • He’s constantly asking you questions, not just for his science class but because he’s genuinely curious
  • When he finally graduates, Yoosung thinks that the two of you look so cool in your respective lab coats
  • Like Yoosung in his veterinarian coat and you in your science coat has him squealing because the two of you look so cute together!
  • He totally brags to his vet co-workers that he’s dating a scientist and loves seeing them fume green with jealousy
  • Yoosung also goes onto the messenger to tell the rest of the RFA members how you and him are the smartest couple
  • Basically Yoosung adores the fact that he’s dating an awesome scientist like you and showcases you wherever he goes


  • Zen cannot believe that he’s lucky enough to date a world class scientist when he met you
  • You’re beautiful and smart so basically Zen almost fainted when he found out
  • Since he didn’t go to college, he’s quite curious about science and enjoys asking you questions
  • Even though most of the time after you give him an answer Zen’s still confused because science can be confusing
  • His nose bled so much the first time he saw you in a lab coat but with a swift smack on the chest he controlled the beast
  • Zen does take your profession seriously and proves it to you when he recites some science facts that you told him
  • He almost cried when he saw the media call you and Zen a ‘powerful, smart, and gorgeous couple’
  • Zen learns so many new things about science from you and is so thankful to have someone as intelligent and wonderful in his life


  • The fact that Jaehee nabbed you as her girlfriend was already an amazing thing to her
  • But when she finds out that you’re a scientist she’s elated!
  • Jaehee enjoyed science classes when she was in school so she understands some of the things you talk about… emphasis on the word some
  • She gets so proud of herself and mentally pats herself on the back whenever you ask her something and she knows the answer
  • Jaehee loves going to science lectures in which you’re a speaker and will furiously write down everything that you say so she can impress you with her knowledge at a later time
  • She also loves the fact that you represent women in the science field and how you inspire younger girls to be whatever they want to be
  • The first time you wore a lab coat in front of Jaehee, she gushed about how awesome and cool you look
  • Knowing that your dream was to become a scientist makes Jaehee inspired to follow her own dreams, something that she’ll be forever thankful for


  • Jumin already knew that he was dating an awesome person when he met you but finding out that you’re a scientist makes you that much cooler to him
  • He was indifferent when it came to science classes when he was in school but being with you reinvigorates his enjoyment of the subject
  • Going to fancy dinner parties with the two of you means having a lot of other famous and rich people stop to compliment how great of a couple you and Jumin make
  • One of Jumin’s favorite things in the world is whenever someone tries tell you that your theory is wrong but you totally show them up and prove yourself right
  • He’ll request that in your free time you perform any type of experiment to help benefit cats in any way
  • Jumin thinks that you look amazing in a lab coat and will tell you that all of the time
  • Being with a scientist like you has really opened Jumin’s eyes for the better and exposed him more to the vast world of science


  • Never in his life did Seven think he’d ever be able to date an amazing scientist like you
  • You’re basically his soulmate since he’s always been a fan of science plus you’re just plain awesome to add
  • Seven is always asking to help you with experiments, especially the more dangerous ones
  • The two of you have little battles as to see who can name off more science facts then the other which typically ends with you winning and Seven demanding for a re-match
  • He’s surprisingly super helpful when you can’t figure out an equation or theory, usually offering his own opinion and lots of support
  • Seven totally buys a lab coat that replicates yours because he wants to look cute and smart like you
  • He’ll run around the house playing songs like ‘Weird Science’ or ‘She Blinded Me With Science’ which makes you sigh but then laugh because how could you not love this man?
  • Seven’s extremely happy and encouraging with all of your science work, he’s truly proud of you for all that you’ve accomplished


  • V already knew that you were an amazing person when he talked with you over the messenger but he found out that you were even cooler since you were a scientist
  • He’s always had a fascination for science related things so he’s willing to lend an ear when needed
  • V absolutly adores listening to your science lectures since his eyesight isn’t well enough to watch you perform experiments
  • But he’s willing to stand by and give you lots of support and encouragement
  • He’ll become ecstatic when you ask him to help you with a more hands-on type of experiment since his sense of touch is superb
  • So many photos are taken of you in a lab coat because V thinks that you just look so adorable in it!
  • The media calls you and V the ‘Artist and Scientist’ so the two of you start calling each other that
  • V genuinely enjoys the fact that you’re a scientist, he loves hearing facts from you and find your intelligence amazing


  • Saeran’s knowledge on science is fairly low so he’s lowkey hyped to be dating you since you are a scientist
  • He’ll casually ask you questions, trying not to look like he’s trying to, and while you know he’s trying to put on a facade you still happily answer his questions
  • He especially loves it whenever you tell him scientific facts about plants and animals
  • Since Saeran doesn’t want you to think that he’s stupid, he’ll look up some science facts on his own to impress you which you find simply charming
  • His eyes widen in wonder when you perform experiments and once again, Saeran will casually ask if he can help
  • Saeran’s jaw drops the first time he sees you in a lab coat, blurting out how stunning you look then immediately starts blushing
  • He totally brags to the rest of the RFA members about his new science knowledge, smirking at you when they all become impressed
  • Being with a scientist like you makes Saeran feel smarter and helping you with experiments truly makes this boy happy

Look at this @pfaerie‘s beautiful work that she did for me!!! Demetra and Cullen are simply perfect: together and happy and smiling and beautiful, as I always imagine them!!! I’m so happy about this lovely commission!!!

I drew this for my friend who’s currently at my home with me. She absolutly adores Joker from Lego Batman Movie (Bonus points: Our favourite Let’s Player voiceacts him in german!!) She sadly speaks no english ;w; So I doubt she’ll ever read or understand the words in it…

Please drag it or click on it… <3


Ricky Whittle. This man is the kindest actor I’ve ever met. He’s so generous with his fans, absolutly adorable and so giving. He spent so much time doing autograph just because he was hugging the fans before and after. Members of the staff told him to hurry a little bit because of the schedule but he did not care AT ALL!
He was the cutest during my pictures with him. For the first one I asked him something original, saying “you do whatever the hell you want” and that’s what he did, just casually putting my hand on his ass. I’m not complaining, I just wasn’t excpecting that, hence my face! For the second one, I was (way too) emotionnal before taking the picture, crying and everything so I told him how sorry I was, that I was being ridiculous but he was once again so lovely about it, told me I had nothing to be sorry about. He hugged me very tight and asked the photographer if we could take a bit more time so I could calm myself and everything.
So yeah, I really wanted to talk to you about Ricky Whittle because I’m still not ever him. I just cannot wait for American Gods, I think it’s gonna be good!

thegaypumpingthroughyourveins  asked:




Graves, a man that everyone could qualified of impressive, noble  and cold, was, however, a florist. He was very pasionate about his job, and found meaning in what he was doing, without really being able to explained why he loved his work as much as he did. Everyday was bringing something different, new clients, new stories. Percival was not good at talking, reassuring or, more generally, feelings, but he was good at listening.

When this new client came in his shop, just before he closed it, he first was a bit annoyed. Every now and then, some client thought they could just run into his store before the closing and stay there for long, very long minutes , while Graves was already thinking about the bus he missed. But the man that just stepped in his shop was … lovely. He apologized, first of all, looking very embarassed about disturbing the man’s evening, and kept mumbling excuses. Percival found this absolutly adorable, and so, he helped him. The man was named Newt, and was looking for a specific plant, whom smell was very special and delicate. 

“I just moved in, and my apartment’s smell is not very pleasant.” he told the florist.

Graves giggled. He was happy that some people didn’t resort to chemical product right away. Fortunately, he had the plant the man was looking for. He went to the back of his shop. From there, he could catch a glimpse of his client. Newt was looking at the different plants and bouquet, smiling at the little tags Percival wrote for each of them. This view delighted him.

When he brought the plant to his client, he made sure to gently touch his hand with the tip of his index while giving it to him. Newt suddenly stared at him, surprised, blushing, his green eyes searching for something on Graves’ face. He didn’t say anything, and paid for his purchase, before leaving, a big, happy smile on his face. Percival had the feeling that he was going to see the man again very soon.

I think I need to control myself. My friends (not-Yuzu fan) are starting to hate me. ahahah I just talk about Yuzu, Yuzu, Yuzu, Yuzu and Yuzu and then Yuzu and then again Yuzu. YUZU YUZU YUZU YUZU
But how can I stop it!? He is absolutly ADORABLE!Everything he does it’s absolutly AMAZING I also can’t understand how they can’t appreciate that boy. I really can’t. 

anonymous asked:

Hey there, do you happen to have any royalty au fics or something, please?

Hello! Sure, here you are! :) Have a nice day/night!

Originally posted by bestboy-oftheday

Royalty AU

this speed’s too much to stop by sarahyyy  - 1496


“Do you…” the man trails off, frowning. “Do you dislike Prince Otabek?” he asks quietly.

Yuri arches his eyebrows. “I’ve never met Prince Otabek,” he says truthfully. “But if he has to go to all this trouble to find someone to marry him, then logically, there must be something wrong with him.”

An absolutly adorable false idendification fic.

Altin - Otayuri  by strangerphans - 7901 (WIP)


Yuri Nikiforov-Plisetsky is a brat. His adoptive father, Victor Nikiforov, is King of Russia, the whole world loves him and he can get anything he wants with a click of his fingers.

Since he’s spoiled boy who sets his expectations too high, Yuri fires his personal servant after she makes one wrong move and sets out to find a new one. It takes time but he eventually finds the one.

Otabek Altin is perfect in every way possible. He’s stunning, his voice is soft and his rare smiles are bright. He couldn’t wish for a better job- looking after Prince Yuri is great. The two act more like best friends rather than master and servant.

But then Yuri starts feeling things. Things he shouldn’t be feeling towards another man. Before he can confess to Otabek, the Kazakhstani man is being dragged down to the dungeons.

Amazing so far but I feel an angsty storm coming!

Sand and Waves by Bassarid - 18782


Otayuri little mermaid au! Mermaid (or -boy) Yuri falls hopelessly in love with human prince Otabek.

Okay this is the best Mermaid au that I’ve read, it’s a must read plus bonus Background Viktuuri

Hear the Bells by Goombella123 - 62990


An AU in which Otabek is a mysterious traveler who dies alone in a forest, and Yuri is the fairy who brings him back from the dead… at a price.

Neither is pleased about it.

A gorgeous fairy/knight au WARNING: Temporary Character Death but it’s a really great fic!

Tethered by spiderlillium - 8164 (WIP)


In an unscheduled detour, Lord Otabek Altin accompanies the Imperial Crowned Prince in search of a long lost treasure.

To his surprise, he finds something much valuable than gold in the cold, dark tower of the maze-castle.

Mysterious, very fantasy like and it has a dragon!

Heir To The Throne. by  fangirl6202 - 1862 (WIP)


Though no one knows why, Kings Nikiforov and Katsuki have decided to step down from their throne of Yutopia, leaving the 23 year old Heir to the throne, Yuri Plisetsky, nephew of King Victor, scrambling to ascend into the Royal Line.One thing all his advisers keep reminding him is the tiny fact that Yuri hasn’t betrothed. Centuries of traditions state that an heir must be at least promised to a beloved to ascend to King. He decides to throw together a ball to celebrate the two Kings’ anniversary and invite diplomats and royalty from surrounding kingdoms, in hopes of finding a partner. He expects to be forced into a loveless marriage, but instead meets the brooding Otabek Altin. Yuri thinks that’s worse, since Otabek is a conceited, smug, pretentious bastard. Not to mention the Crown Prince of the country on the verge of declaring war on Yutopia.

Of course, Yuri falls hard for him.

It only just started but it’s very interesting so far.

I cannot express how much I absolutly love and adore Kim Seokjin with words, or numbers, or anything in this world because I just love him so freaking hard I can’t explain.

anonymous asked:

i know you're probably gonna receive many messages like this but i have watched this animatic three times now and i absolutly adore everything about it and about you, i hope you're always happy. i would have probably never discovered you if it weren't for hamilton but now i just love you for so much more. basically pretty much everything you do makes me feel better, you're such and inspiration to me, thank you for existing and being who you are

thank you so much for existing at the same time as me dude, the world needs kind ppl like you!!!

To The Revolution! - a hamiltots fic

I absolutly ADORE the @hamil-tots au and the comics and its so pure and wonderful thank you for making this. Natually, I had to write something for it. There’s is a bit of the Boston Tea Party in here but generally a beginning to the revolution - kiddie edition. (this is so long im sorry its actually five full pages long on google docs) 

“Make way for the king!”

Samuel shouted downed the playground as George or “King George” as he called himself, came out of the door leading back into the playroom and classroom.George walked behind him slowly, his head tilted up a bit but his eyes glancing down at the kids as he walks by them, like he thought he was too good for them. He passed the Schuyler sisters, who were chasing Peggy down as she ran around. Angelica stopped for a bit to stick her tongue out at George, then ran off again with Eliza. George harrumphed loudly then carried on, surveying the playground like it was all his and of course stupid Samuel trailing behind and kissing up to him. Alex turned to look at George and Samuel, he thought George looked ridiculous, his head up so his “crown” can’t fall off. He snickered slightly before tugging on John’s shirt sleeve.

“Look at how stupid they look.” Alex pointed at them as he snickered quietly. John looked away from his turtle he was sculpting out of sand.  

Thomas snuck behind them, and hid under the play structure where James was sitting on the barkchips, watching as he snuggled up in his blanket. He gave James a thumbs up, then started throwing bark chips and dirt at the back of George’s cape. James quietly supported Thomas from behind. Thomas got closer as George started whispering to Samuel and when Samuel nodded and dashed off towards the door across the playground, leading back to the classroom,Thomas ran up to George(who was quite a bit taller than him) and stepped on on his cape as he started walking again. George stumbled, his red cape falling off behind him with his paper crown. Thomas ran away laughing and trailing behind him was James who was trying to suppress some giggles. George’s face flushed bright red, and he picked up his crown and cape. He dusted his cape off and put it back on and placed the crown on top of his head once again.

“I will tear ALL OF YOU APART!” George shouted in the general direction of the pair.

As Alex snickered he tried to cover up his face so that the bigger kids won’t see. He turned away and back writing something in the sand with his finger.

“Hey,” John tugged on Alex’s shirt sleeve. “Alex, whadda ya think Samuel is doing running back inside?”

“What?” Alex looked up as he slowly stopped laughing, just catching the door back to the classroom close.

“George whispered something to him, then he ran off.”

“He always does whatever George says, it’s gross. We should go check on what he’s doing! Come on John!” Alex ran off. Seeing no other option, John ran after him.


John ran to catch the door closing, trying to save it from making a huge sound and disturbing their “op-er-a-tion” as Hercules said, from all the spy movies he watched. John ran for the ever smaller gap and managed to squeeze in, also muffling the door closing. He walked into an empty playroom, the silence of it was a little unsettling, as John had always known this place to be full of noise. He snuck a look Alex hugged a the door leading into the “Staff Only” kitchen.

“John!” Alex whispered. “Samuel went in here!”

“What’s he doing in there?” John asked quietly, pointing towards the door.

“Well, I don’t know. But we should go in!”

“You sure, Alex? What if we get caught?”

“Samuel’s in there! If he can be in there, so can we!” Alex declared. Alex reached for the handle and almost could grab it, he tried standing on his toes. Success! He turned the handle and opened the door slightly. They could hear somebody(most likely Samuel) opening a refrigerator door rummaging through a plastic bag.

“Alex!” John protested softly but agreed and decided to go in.

Alex opened the door and swung it open, holding it for John. John quickly and quietly went in, going to hide behind the island in the middle of the kitchen. Alex closed the door with a quiet click as it shut and joined John behind the island. They peered their heads around to find Samuel looking though plastic bags from the fridge. Then he saw what he was looking for, the bag full of juice boxes. Cheerfully, he took it from the fridge, closed the fridge door and walked toward the door. Alex and John shuffled quickly to the other side of the island so he couldn’t see them. Samuel furrowed his brows at the slightly, but dismissed it and left.

“I can’t believe he would do that! He stole my Sammy A’s!” John burst out angrily, his eyes almost shone with flames.

“John! John, shhh! Do you want to get caught or what!” Alex rushed to cover John’s mouth. John still tried to yell as Alex’s hand was clamped over his mouth, he lead John outside, into the empty playroom.

“-e stole y Sammy A’s!” John tried to say, Alex’s hand still over his mouth. They could hear blankets in the being whipped up into the air and mats being dragged out onto the floor for naptime as they crossed the empty playroom and back outside. Alex finally took his hand off of John’s mouth. They crossed over the playground back to the sandbox where Laf and Hercules were before. Strangely, Thomas and James were there, what did they want? Alex’s face scowled when he saw Thomas. Thomas stood next to Laf, conversing passionately about something. Hercules ignored the whole thing, instead was finishing sewing up some stuffed animals.

“Thomas, what are you doing here?” Alex put his hands on his hips and frowned. He wasn’t supposed to be here.

“Look Alex, we all want to get rid of them,” Thomas jabbed a finger at George and Samuel. Samuel was handing over a bag, definitely the juice boxes. “So we are going to have a re-vo-lu-tion.” He stumbled a bit over the big word.

“What does that even mean, Thomas? I don’t want to do anything with you.” Alex stuck a tongue out at him.  

“It means that we are fighting against him. Why is he ‘the king’? Why can’t we all be king? ” Thomas said angrily.  

“That is right…”Alex mumbled.

“So we are going to form a group!” Laf broke in. So this was what they were talking about, Alex realized.

“We are going to be the Kids of Li-ber-ty.” Thomas said proudly. “We’re gonna fight them.”

“Guys, that’s all good and stuff, but I WANT MY SAMMY A’S BACK!” John interrupted.

Startled by John’s sudden outburst, Aaron’s head snapped up from his book his hands nearly let go of his book, almost dropping it into the barkchips. As always, he was observing from afar. He sat on the play structure, close to the sandbox. He looked around for George, worried that he might jump out of nowhere to attack them. Aaron got up, grabbing his book, heading for the group.

“Shhh, lower your voices. Don’t get in trouble because then Mr Washington will know!”

“Aaron, listening in as always.” Alex huffed. Why does he always have to just watch? Alex thought. Watching isn’t going to do anything!

“Shhh, John!” Hercules said. “Here, I’ll go and get back our juice boxes back.”

John looked a little better after Herc had said he would get them back. Hercules crossed the playground where Samuel and George were sitting with the precious juice boxes. Samuel was drinking one already, but he King just sat there and looked smug.

“Hey!” Herc shouted out to them, getting Samuel to perk his head up.

“Oh,” George frowned in disdain. “What do you want, peasant?”

“I want your Sammy A’s.” Hercules said confidently. What does “peasant” even mean? Herc asked himself.

“Well,” Samuel said. “You have to be on our side. Against Mr. Washington.”

“My dad built the school, why is he here after all?” George said snottily.

Geez, Hercules thought. Why is he here? Hercules tried to do an impersonation of George in his head.

“Well, I am.” Herc said as confidently as he could without trying to sound disgusted at George(which he was of course, no one gets to talk about Mr. Washington like that!).

“We shall see…let’s start with a question, wha-” The King was abruptly cut off as Hercules snatched the plastic bag and took off, speeding across the playground back to the other kids. They cheered as Hercules came closer and closer, passing the little house that Thomas and James liked to play in, the sisters chasing after Peggy and finally to the sandbox. Woops and hoorays rang through the air.

A sour look went across George’s face. “No matter, we didn’t want you here anyways.” he said as he regained his composure.

The bell went off as Herc was passing the juice boxes out to the group. Alex stopped as said, “Wait, should we tell Mr. Washington this then we can have our juice! Then the middle schools will get time out!”

“Middle schoolers don’t get time outs!” Thomas retorted.

“Well, what else would they get?” Alex asked.

“Guys, when am I getting my Sammy A’s?!” John cried out.

Alex got in front of the group, ready to give a speech in front of Mr. Washington, explaining why they have the supply of juice boxes. They were herded in along with all of the other kids, but Alex approached Mr. Washington and took a deep breath.

“HeyMr.WashingtonI’msorrybuttheKingandSamuelstolethejuiceboxesandJohnwantedthemsowedecidedtostealthembackandI’msorry.” Alex spilled out.

“Woah woah, slow down” Mr. Washington let all of the kids in before leading the group to his office, where Herc promptly put the bag of Sammy A’s down on his desk, the bag smeared with some dirt and mud. “Now, tell me what’s going on.”

“We caught the King and Samuel stealing the juice boxes.” Thomas said curtly. Alex looked a bit mad as Thomas stole his glory.

Mr. Washington’s eyebrows rose and he tried to stop a chuckle, “Well, thank you for the little mission to get them back. As a reward, go ahead and have one, John.” He said as John’s hand started gravitating towards the bag.

They each grabbed one each, and poked the straw through. James had to get help from Mr. Washington, he couldn’t stick it throught.

“Let’s raise a glass to the re-vo-lu-tion!” Alex cried out.

“But Mr. Washington won’t let us use glasses!” John said.

“Well…” Alex thought for a second. “Raise your juice boxes then!”

The united cry of “To the revolution!” rang in the air(along with some mispronunciations of the word).