also apologies for the quality


at first i just wanted to practise expressions but then it got out of hand :D


💕A compilation of SHINee doting on Jonghyun, 2016-2017 💕 

Happy birthday to this gorgeous, adorable, talented man! I am constantly blown away by your talent, passion and empathy for the world, and you make us so proud. Here’s to a healthy 2017, and another year of great music! 

List of Gay Films with Happy Endings (as requested)

Disclaimer: I haven’t seen all of these films, so if there are some that are questionable about happy endings, my apologies. Also, I tried to find films with a good rating and a quality story.

1. Shelter (2007)

Originally posted by skylinesawaityou

2. North Sea Texas (2011)

Originally posted by homovies

3. Beautiful Thing (1996)

4. Morgan (2012)

5. The Way He Looks (2014)

Originally posted by queer-love

6. Boys (2014)

Originally posted by vainkibbles

7. Weekend (2011)

Originally posted by paugoes

8. Summer Storm (2004)

Originally posted by shadowsofsilver

9. Love of Siam (2007)

Originally posted by jn2k

10. Latter Days (2003)

Originally posted by transgenderpopstar

11. Free Fall (2013)

Originally posted by scaredofuhlek

12. Maurice (1987)

13. Breakfast with Scot (2007)

Originally posted by politeandnotgay

14. Big Eden (2000)

Originally posted by spockyourmind

15. Out in the Line-up (2014) (documentary)

bailci  asked:

Solangelo + “You didn’t do the dishes, I’m not doing you.” ?

(I am really really sorry it took this long, also apologizes on the quality since this is my first short prompt text god help me)

It was never really a surprise to Nico that Will is as lazy as it gets. He knew this before, and nothing really changed when they moved in together.

He’s learned to live with multiple of Will’s less attractive qualities. He’s okay with the fact that Will can’t cook at all, that it’s always Nico in dinner duty. Will’s snoring used to keep him awake for hours, but it’s become endearing, a reassurance that the man is there, that he’s not making this up. They have created a working system around Will’s tendency to leave wet towels on the bathroom floor, and the son of Apollo has learned to expect the damp towels wrapped around his pillow. There’s been progress.

But what really bugs Nico day after day, week after week, month after month, is that Will leaves the dishes until morning.

It’s not even that big of a deal. Will keeps saying he doesn’t mind the dishes, that it’s only fair dishes are his duty since Nico cooks. There’s no real reason why the dishes couldn’t wait until morning, Nico knows that, but the fact that it’s only because Will is lazy is really annoying.

That’s what Nico’s thinking on a Thursday night. Not the cop show rerun on the TV. Not the cat purring by his thigh while he absently strokes her fur. Not Will’s hand on the small of his back, or his lips on his neck, or the fact that Will’s weight feels really good on top of him. No, Nico thinks about the dishes he can see in the corner of his eye, peeking from the sink like mongoose from the desert.

Will shifts and lies now properly on top of Nico, disturbing the cat and sending her away to search for another place to nap. Nico lets out a small sigh, partly in contentment and partly annoyed at himself for not being able to get in the mood.

“You know what we haven’t done for a while?” Will mutters against his neck, and it sends shivers down Nico’s spine. He lets his hands roam Will’s back, dipping lower until he can slip them to the back pockets of Will’s jeans and squeeze. Will’s whole body shivers. “That. Please, Nico. I want it.”

It’s actually kind of funny. Most of the time they are so in sync that Nico knows what Will wants and needs without either of them having to say anything. More often than not Will picks up on Nico’s mood and adjusts, and vice versa. But on this particular Thursday night Will is perfectly clueless about the fact that the dishes in the sink are pissing Nico off.

(Or maybe Will knows. Maybe he just decides to ignore it. Nico wouldn’t put it past him.)

Nico squeezes again, and nuzzles his nose to the side of Will’s head. His lips trail until they find Will’s ear, nipping there and enjoying every little sound Will makes. 

When Will’s hips jerk and he lets out a real whine, Nico almost regrets that he already made up his mind about this.

“You know what, Will?” he whispers in a seductive way against Will’s ear, really loving the way it makes Will sigh against his pulse point. “You didn’t do the dishes, I’m not doing you.”

It’s cruel. It’s horrible and wrong and messed up, but it works. Nico knows it the second the words leave his mouth, knows from the way Will stiffens and gets up enough to look Nico in the eye.

“What the fuck, Nico.”

“Dishes first”, Nico says smoothly, still caressing Will through the thick material of the jeans. He cocks one brow up, challenging Will to complain as he presses their hips together pointedly. “You do that, and I’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom. Who knows, if you’re quick enough you might get a reward.”

Nico is pretty sure Will has never been so eager to do the dishes before.


Just because you are making me very sexually confused does not mean that you are intimidating!

Imagine: Dean gets upset when you try to ditch the boys when a demon is coming after you in order to protect them.

Warnings: angst, fluff (i think), mentions of blood
AN: Angel requested “No Pairing other than partner/friend/family–Angst!”, i hope I’ve delivered. You can read this however you like in terms of pairing.
Also, this is unbeta’d and whipped up in under 30mins, apologies for the quality.

“Dean, I’m sorry.” I tried again. It had been a week of apologizing non stop and Dean still hadn’t said a word to me since the demon’s death.
“Please, Dean, just…” I sighed, sliding down the door, pulling my knees into my chest, “Just talk to me.”

“YN’s gone.” Sam called, finding the note she’d left on her bed.
“What?” Dean barked, rounding the corner and ripping the note from Sam’s hand.
I’m sorry boys, but this one’s after me and I won’t have anything happen to either of you because of me. I’ll see you round, please don’t try find me, or hunt him down, or stop me…
This one’s on me. I’ll fix it.
“She’ll come back, Dean.” Sam muttered upon seeing his brother’s eyes begin to shine.
“We can trace her phone, summon Crowley and find this demon.” Dean growled, scrunching the paper in his hand and throwing it onto the bed, turning and storming toward the door.
“Sorry boys, can’t help with this one.” The familiar rasp sounded. Dean stopped short of the door and the King of Hell.
“You saying you can’t control your demons?” Dean snapped, his shoulders squaring off, nostrils flaring, growing an inch and towering over Crowley. The demon just shrugged and raised an eyebrow.
“This one’s rogue, has a vendetta against our Y/N. Trust me, I want him dead just as bad as you.” Crowley explained with a flick of his hand.
“You-” Dean was bristling, luckily Sam quickly stepped forward, catching Dean’s shoulder.
“You’ve found wayward demons in the past, Crowley, find this one.” Sam warned, the King of Hell disappeared and the boys hurried to the library.

“Boys?” She answered, panting and yet she sounded weary.
“YN, what the hell were you thinking?” Dean demanded, Sam held the phone between them as Dean roared the Impala well over the speed limit.
“Where are you?” Sam asked, Crowley had informed them of which city but not the specifics, insisting he didn’t know anything further.
“The only motel in Lubbock, Texas.” She answered, ignoring Dean’s question.
“We’ll be there in an hour.” Sam said, they waited for her to say something, the line, quiet for what seemed hours.
“I’m sorry.” She breathed before hanging up.

“What the hell happened?” Dean’s voice was deep and gravelly, his terror and anger roaring out of him in one sentence. Sam gave YN a said look, he’d been on the end of this line of questioning before, hell both boys had done exactly what she had, and yet they still couldn’t see the sense in it.
“I … I thought I was doing what was best for you both. I thought I was protecting you.” Her eyes flickered up from the floor to Dean and then back down. Dean shook his head and snorted, stomping out of the room.
“He’ll come around.” Sam assured, but he wasn’t certain. He hadn’t seen Dean this upset in years.
Sam watched as YN went back to pulling the scour over the blood stained, floor boards. Dipping her hand into the bucket of soapy, red, water and sloshing it back to the ground, scrubbing hard.
The boys had arrived as Crowley was leaving with the unobedient demon, both demon and YN had been bloodied and bruised, cut and grazed, but both alive, just.

I almost fell backwards as the door flung open from behind me. I caught myself and planted my feet under me, swiveling and standing in one.
“Dean, please, hear me out?” I begged as the willful Winchester stepped around me and headed down the corridor, turning his back on me, not noticing the tears beginning to form in my eyes, again.
“Dean!” I yelled. He paused, his head hung low as if he was tired of this, so was I and that’s probably why I said what I did, “You’ve left before, claiming it was better for Sam, better for Cass, for Mary, for Lisa, for anyone… but it was actually best for you.” I didn’t mean for my tone to be accusing, but it was, nor did I mean to continue, but I did, “You’ve left everyone behind at some point because it was too dangerous, or their lives were at threat, or they would be a burden… Dean I truly believed the Demon would kill me then turn on you and Sam. I was prepared to do a deal to save your lives. But when he came, I couldn’t do it…” I panted, I hadn’t realized I’d worked myself into a frenzy of emotions till now, but that’s the worst part of verbal diarrhea, you don’t choose when it stops, “I wanted to fight, I wanted to come back to you and Sam, I wanted to live. I chose you, Dean.” I spat, he was stock still, as if time had frozen around me and I was left to live out my days with statues. I watched him for a minute, his steady breath in the rise and fall of his shoulders was all that told me time was moving. He didn’t make a move, not one. I closed my eyes, letting the tears drip and slide down my cheeks, I sighed and opened my eyes, turning to leave. I wouldn’t leave the bunker again, that much was clear, I wouldn’t leave Dean, or Sam. I lived for those boys, that much was clear. But it was breaking my heart to watch Dean resent me and my actions, when all I was doing was something he’d taught me.
“YN.” His voice was soft but it tore through my thoughts, it was my turn to freeze. There was silence, I turned to see if he’d actually spoken or it was my mind giving me what I needed most.
Dean was facing me, his eyes focused on mine, boring through my skull and into my very soul.
“I thought I’d lost you.” His voice cracked and he struggled to swallow. He cleared his throat and tried again, taking a tentative step in my direction.
“I may have done all those things…” Dean took another step, “but,” another step, “I know better now. We work together. The three of us.” Dean looked down to take the last step, the step that would bring us within arms reach of each other, he looked back up, “Because you’re family.” There was a calm that passed in the air between us, an understanding. It was still and silent for minutes before either of us moved. I reached for him as he did for me, pulling each other into our arms, clutching at skin and molding together.
This was home, right here, Dean’s arms, his strength was mine, his words and feelings and thoughts… It all fell into place. I pulled my head back from where it was tucked, under his chin, against his neck, and looked into his eyes.

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anonymous asked:

If I could slap you tom I would YOU DIDNT HAVE TO YELL AT HIM AND HOLY SHIT HE IS ALIVE YOU WE ARE NOT JOKING *throws ice cream at Tom* Ok now child go lay down and eat that ice cream go get some tissues and calm down



Matt: L-look, Tom, I know you’re going through stuff. And… and you need to be alone and all that.

Tom: ….

Matt: But… I’m not that stupid. I can tell when my friends are shaken, right to the core. I knew right from the start. And.. you don’t have to talk about it, or tell anyone, not unless you want to. That’s your right.

Matt: But, that doesn’t mean snapping at someone who so obviously cares for you with all his heart, just because he wants to better understand. Yeah, you’re hurting, but Tom, you just.. you need to remember that we’re hurting aswell.

Matt: Of-of course not as much as you, I mean, but.. we’re all working through it in our different ways, you know? Edd’s kind of just ignoring it, I’m getting over it and you’re just using it as an excuse to be angry and distant. As much as you may feel that’s okay for yourself, that’s.. not okay. It just makes it harder for us. You’re already an alcoholic, Tom. And, I’m not saying that you’re being a bad friend or anything, or that you should just think of us first before yourself, or anything..

Tom: Matt-

Matt: I’m just saying.. we’re here for you. We can’t understand fully what’s wrong, or what’s going on, but.. we’ll always be here for you. No matter what, know? At least.. say sorry, maybe? If you feel up to it. A-and, if you can, I’m not saying you’re entirely at fault or something.

Matt: So.. now I’m just, gonna leave you alone. Like you asked. I’ll.. see you around Tom.

Tom: Matt, wait-

Tom:  …

Tom: .. . lord, I’m going to need Smirnoff..

hihereami  asked:

Hiiiiii !!! I LOVE YOUR STYLE !! Would you draw some Alix/Kim for me,please? You said in a post you were up to rec so... sorry if im being rude or annoying! Have a good night!

You are neither rude nor annoying! Hope this works for ya:

They take their akumatizations in stride and theme their puns accordingly.

( I tried :’) )