and his face was RADIANT

Statement of Fact

Summary: Selene says it like it is. Gladion is flustered. Hau is a fanboy of a pretty actress and Lillie ships it.

Relationships: Gladion x PC, the Alolan Quartet, Hau is a fanboy.

Notes: Slightly AU. But not enough to matter.

It said a lot for the genes Lusamine had passed down to her children, Selene thought as she stared blatantly at Gladion over the food-laden table the four of them were sitting at, going over every aspect of his face like her ability was Keen Eye. It wasn’t anyone who could pull off being a punky edgelord and still have the face of an angel. Even during the times when he lived in a motel room and worked as a mercenary for Team Skull, not getting proper nutrition and under a lot of stress, Gladion had looked good.

Now, more relaxed, happier and well-fed, he was radiant. In addition to his fine-featured face - with the high cheekbones and the perfect nose and grass-green eyes shaped sharply - he had a leisurely air, like he could afford to chill. The vanished tenseness made him look both his age and a lot more approachable. 

If he smiled more, Selene thought idly, it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to think that he’d get cast as a model or an actor, maybe even an idol right off the streets by any castor with halfway decent vision. 

Actually, come to think of it, that was a likely possibility even if he didn’t smile. Wasn’t the bad boy concept getting popular?

He noticed. “Why are you staring at me,” he said flatly, losing his smile. He’d gotten happier, but someone staring intently with lasers practically shooting out of their eyes would make anyone uncomfortable and wary.

“Did you know you’re really good-looking,” she replied. Like him, it wasn’t exactly a question, more a statement of fact.

Hau choked on his malasada, and Lillie dropped her fork. Both of them gawped.

Gladion stared at her with disbelief, like she had suddenly morphed into an Ultra Beast before his eyes.

What, was the fact that he was good looking new to him? Did he not look in a mirror or something? Well, if he wasn’t fully aware of how good-looking he was, she’d have to let him know.

Selene continued talking. “Have you considered a career as a model? Or an actor? I heard that celebrities who are also really great battlers are all the rage now. Like that actress, Rosa something or another.”

Hau, being Hau, was the first to recover. It might have just been the mention of his favorite actress, however. “Oh I love Rosa! She was so epic in the Full Metal Cop series! Did you know she and her Pokémon do their own stunts? Did you know a fourth movie is coming out?!”

“You could do live-action really well, too,” Selene continued on, ignoring Hau when he went into his Praise-Rosa fanboy form. “You’re already pretty edgy, so …”

A tiny giggle escaped from Lillie. Gladion shot a betrayed look at his sister, who immediately tried to wipe the amused expression off her face. Key word being ‘tried’.

“I mean,” Selene continued on, getting really passionately into it. “It’s practically your civic duty to make your face widely known. It would be a crime to keep the rest of the world from your handsome looks. Seriously, think about it, Gladion.”

He sputtered, and then abruptly got up from his seat. The force he shot up with nearly knocked the chair over.

“I’m going to go pay,” he said in a strained voice, and began speed-walking towards the counter.

“Hey, we already paid!” Hau called.

At the friendly reminder, Gladion changed his directions and marched out of the café.

He wasn’t gone quickly enough for Selene to have missed the sight of the reddened ear peeking out from between pale golden hair, however.


“You know he likes you,” Lillie chided once Hau was out of earshot. She’d deliberately sent him away, asking him to keep an eye on his brother, and he had agreed to do so cheerfully. “Don’t tease him too badly.”

Selene finished her dessert. “I promise I’m not playing with him,” she told Lillie solemnly. She was serious this time, not the faux-solemn she’d been when teasing Gladion.

“I know,” Lillie replied. Her friend wasn’t the type to play with hearts.

She put down her fork and sighed. “Do you think that was too much?” she asked, looking uncharacteristically uncertain.

Lillie stifled a laugh at just how much Selene looked like a sad Rockruff, drooping its ears and tail in fear of losing affection. “Probably not,” Lillie said. “He doesn’t hold grudges.”

He wouldn’t against Selene, anyways. Of that Lillie was sure of.

And speaking of things she was sure of . . . .

“Why not just be the first to confess yourself?” she asked. Selene was certainly bold enough to do so. If there was something she wanted, she didn’t wait around shyly silently wishing it would miraculously fall into her lap one day. She reached out and snatched it up.

Not to call her brother an ‘it’, but why not do the same with him?

Selene sighed again, this time in exasperation. “He’s only just gotten to accepting me as a rival,” she reminded Lillie. “If he won’t even admit that we’re at the friend level, how am I supposed to ask him out?”

Her friend had a point. Lillie had a duty to stand by her brother’s side … but just this once she’d go with Selene instead.

Besides, supporting Selene would probably end up making both of them happier a lot faster.


Genre: Smut/Fluff?

Description: Who knew art could come in such simple forms of love.

A/N: I Have no proof read this and I am sorry if there is any mistakes. I really did try me hardest with this even though I am not the best writer.

When strangers such as yourself think of art you mostly think of paintings and pottery. When I think of art I think of the way Taehyung smiles when he sees a puppy wandering the streets of Seoul. His face lights up as if the sun is shining on his skin. His face is so radiant as he plays with the stray puppy.

“Do you want to go home with us puppy?”, he coos to the small animal. The dog barks in excitement even though it can’t understand what he is saying it acts as if it does. As I stand there smiling at them Taehyung turns his head to the side and looks at me with pleading eyes, “(Y/N), baby, can we please bring the puppy back to the apartment?”

His head tilts to the side slightly as if he is the puppy himself. “Of course we can bring the pup home! You bought the apartment so you can make the decisions.”, I smile at the face he makes as I agree to let it happen. He picks up the small dog and cradles it as if it was a newborn baby.


When I think of art I think of the way Taehyung’s face contorts in pleasure as he lets out all of his pent up frustration on me in bed. “Fuck, baby, you take my cock in your cunt so well for me!”, he grunts as he continues to thrust into me at a fast and hard pace. I blush at the praise he gives me and moan loudly as he continues at his fast speed. He moves his hands to my ass and spanks me hard about 5 times.

His eyes darken at the colour of my skin changing to be red and in the shape of his hand. “Y-you feel so good T-taehyung.”, my voice whimpers and gasps out needy and filled with pleasure as I get close to cumming. I balance myself and move one hand to rub my clit quickly. My legs shake with the amount of pleasure I am receiving and I moan in ecstasy as I cum around his cock.

He groans loudly as my cunt squeezes around his cock and takes him in deeper. His thrusts become lethargic as his orgasm fast approaches. His cum fills me and he pulls out watching his seed pour from me slowly and as it drips down my thighs. “You always do so well for me baby.”, he rubs my ass and tries to catch his breath. I giggle and fall down to my stomach and grimace as his cum rubs all over thighs.


When I think of art I think of the way Taehyung’s eye flutter when he wakes up in the morning from being in dance practice. HIs body is sluggish but he still manages to keep up with my face pace a I cuddle and tickle him out of his sleep. His face flushes as he starts to laugh at the feelings of my hands at his sides and armpits. He envelops his arms around my waists and kisses my cheeks.

“This is such a magnificent way to wake up in the morning.”, his voice is husky as he speaks to me. I smile and rubs his back,”Only for my wonderful boyfriend who has had a hard night.” His eyes crinkle as he smiles at my words and sighs at the decalcomanie of this whole situation. The sun’s orange and yellow rays shine through the blinds and curtains.

Taehyung looks ethereal and like he is a Greek god as the sun catches his skin. I snuggle my head in the crook of his neck and close my eyes at the warmth of his skin. He removes his arms from waist and rubs his hands up and down my bare thighs as I lay there basking in our moments together. He soon gets up to leave to another day of dance practice and recording in the studios with the boys of Bangtan.


When I think of art I think of all the simple things Taehyung does. Taehyung’s large hands grab at the stuffed animal shaped as an Elephant on the shelves at Daiso. “Baby, look, it’s my arm Elephants brother!”, he giggles and smiles again as he puts it back on the shelf. He runs throughout the store and stops to look at a small family in the section for home goods and then looks at me. “I hope to have a family with you one of these days (Y/N).” As my face flushes a red colour he grabs my hands and leads me out of the store without buying anythings.

Taehyung stops at a park and sits in the grass. He pulls me down beside him and takes out his phone. He brings the phone up to take a picture of use two and smiles as I kiss his cheek. He snaps the picture and puts the phone back in his pocket. We listen to the sounds of the birds chirping and look around our surroundings.

“You make me the happiest girl in Seoul, Tae.”, I mumble as I play with the hem of my shorts that match his. He puts his hand on top of mine and looks at me with eyes full of affection,” You make the happiest man to live and I hope for it to never end.” His voice is soft as he speaks to me. When I think of art I think of moments like this with Taehyung.

Don’t imagine your bias on your wedding day. Don’t imagine the radiant smile that takes over his entire face as you turn the corner and begin making your way down the aisle. Don’t imagine him stammering through his vows, struggling to read through the haze of unshed tears in his eyes. Don’t imagine him smiling into your first kiss as spouses, only breaking away to whisper in your ear, “I love you”.

Louie was standing in a group of POWs, doing calisthenics on the orders of the guards, when a siren began sounding. The guards, as usual during alerts, shooed the men into the barracks. The POWs were used to the sirens, which had always been false alarms, so the alert caused little concern.
In the barracks, the men peered out the windows. Something was different; the guards were gaping at the sky as if, wrote Bob Martindale, “they were looking for the Messiah.”
Then there was a glint above, a finger pointing urgently, and a crush of POWs bolting for the door. Running into the compound with his face skyward, Louie saw a sliver of radiant white light high over Tokyo, contrails curling behind it like twisting spines. “Oh God, God, an American plane!” someone shouted. The guards looked stricken. Martindale heard them speaking to each other in high agitation.
One phrase stood out: “B niju ku.”
Louie, like all the POWs, had no idea what kind of plane this was. Then a POW who’d just been captured said that it was a new American bomber called a B-29.
A cheer rang out. Men began shouting, “B-29! B-29!” The bomber was the most beautiful thing that Louie had ever seen.
Across the bay, masses of civilians stood in the streets, looking at the sky. As the plane passed into the civilians’ view, Frank Tinker heard the people shouting, sounds that blended into a roar. Louie glanced toward the south end of camp. The Bird was standing just outside his office, motionless and expressionless, watching the plane.
“It was not their Messiah,” Martindale wrote, “but ours.”
—  Unbroken, by Laura Hillenbrand

ANONYMOUS ASKED : I’m trying to convince a friend that Richard Papen is gay but he won’t believe me. Please help me with evidence and meta and your general genius?

Is your friend Richard Papen himself?
He’d have to be blind. Fine. Let me show you the light, friend of anonymous.

Richard Papen is gay when he:

-  Literally drools over Charles:
“I was more comfortable in his presence” (p. 94)
“His straightforward, uncompromising good looks” (p. 107)
“But even that day, there on the porch, with Charles beside me and the smell of wood smoke in the air, it had the quality of a memory; there it was, before my eyes, and yet too beautiful to believe” (p. 113)
“He and I were particular friends” (p. 228)
“His face was flushed and radiant as an angel’s” (p. 327) 

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He hadn’t expected her to be in this vulnerable state. Regardless, it was his job as her master to console her. After all, Jeanne had done a lot for him and the team in Chaldea. Gently, he puts a caring hand on her shoulder, kneeling to her level.

“I’m sorry to have interrupted your prayer then, Jeanne. And I want to thank you for everything that you’ve done for me, as well as everyone else in Chaldea. And I’m sure they’d want to thank you as well. We’ve been through thick and thin together, ever since Orleans and I’m glad to have had you by my side since then. Without you, I don’t think I may even be standing here today!”

A big, goofy grin formed on his face. It was warm and radiant. But most of all, it was a smile of genuine happiness.

“Now that the Grand Orders are over, we’ll be free to travel around, you know? Perhaps I can go with you and visit your home town in this modern age?”

Tribute to Sam Winchester’s 33rd Birthday, or at least, a world he should have been afforded. Happy Birthday Sam~

His little girl is the most beautiful child he’s ever seen. Sam was never the kind of man to be awed by kids. That was always Dean’s thing. One look and his older brother was smitten, no matter what he said.

Sam, on the other hand, had never given kids a second thought. It wasn’t something he ever expected to have, let alone a life safe enough to bring a child into the world as his own.

Yet here he was, holding his little girl in his arms, heart so full of warmth and joy he could barely contain it. 

In a way, he wondered if this is what his father had felt.

“She has your eyes,” Eileen signed, face bright and radiant against the pillows of the hospital bed. 

Sam choked on a laugh, eyes watering as he nodded and kissed his daughter’s forehead. 

“She has your nose,” Sam replied audibly, watching the way Eileen’s eyes took in his words.

“She does not,” Eileen laughed, shaking her head. 

Sam rolled his eyes and looked back to their daughter. She truly was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He had no idea becoming a father would feel like this. 

For months leading up to the delivery he’d been panicked and anxious. He had so much to be afraid of. There were monsters of course, and he was also a Winchester. He carried a heavy burden, one that Eileen had been willing to carry with him, and he carried hers. He wanted to bring a child into the world when he knew it would be safe, when he knew he could protect a family of his own without fear of the apocalypse, heaven, or hell. 

There was more than that, too. There was all the history that he had dragged behind him. Raising a child would mean risk and vulnerability. It meant risking that knowledge upon his own child, the fear that his son or daughter would learn about all the mistakes of their father and the destruction that it brought. He had fears that he would fail again, ruin the only good thing he would ever have the chance to bring into the world.

He could do nothing about those fears. Eileen told him that more often than not. But they were still there, and they had festered for what felt like an eternity before Eileen stumbled into their bedroom with a flushed face, signing over and over again, “It’s time.” 

Since that moment, Sam forgot everything. In an instant his fears were put on hold, his stress and anxiety an afterthought. Now, with his daughter in his arms, Sam felt like the weight of the world had fallen off his shoulders.

Fear? What fear. His daughter’s face shone like the sun. His wife’s body was stretched out beside him, warm and very much alive. 

Sam reached out a hand and wrapped his fingers through Eileen’s, bringing her hand up until his lips touched her knuckles. 

He didn’t have to sign it for her to understand what he meant.

I love you

Eileen placed a hand over her heart, then rested it atop their joined hands. Sam smiled and looked back down at their daughter. 

“We should name her Maura,” Sam said. He looked at his wife in time to see her eyes widen in surprise. 

Sam smiled and rubbed his thumb over her palm. 

“Because of her I would never know you, and I would never have been as happy as I am right now.”

Eileen nodded slowly, smile broadening as she looked at the infant in Sam’s arms. He took that as a sign and handed the child to her mother. 

“Maura,” Eileen spoke, laughter lining her voice. “Maura Winchester. Perfect.”

Sam couldn’t agree more.

I was a bit confused at first, but since you’ve already given the scenario @humanitysstrongestweeb, I’ll just give their reactions. Hopefully I interpreted your request the way you intended!

As soon as the word left your lips, you immediately regretted it. Aomine’s grin was positively feral as he backs you into the wall behind you. “Baby, huh? I don’t really mind. As long as I’m the only one you call that, Babe.” As he began feverishly assaulting your neck, you wondered why you didn’t say it earlier.

Frantically waving your hands, you tried explaining to Takao about your habit. He was clearly trying to hold back his laughter as he watched your face get redder and redder. “You’re so cute, baby. It’s fine, I don’t mind at all.” He pulled you into his arms with a radiant smile on his face, you were just too adorable.

Kagami was beat red and sputtering. “B-baby? W-w-what?!? Where did that come from?” Realizing that your habit had finally surfaced, you began explaining to Kagami while twiddling your fingers. Eventually he calmed down enough and while his face was still red, he was able to look you in the eye. “I-uh don’t mind. You calling me b-babe.” You had to hold yourself back from jumping him then and there. 


“Hey Cas,” Dean said distractedly, still peering down at the page in his hands.

Cas had appeared in the middle of the hotel room with the signature soft rustling sound. “Sam. Dean,” he said.

Both the brothers looked up when they could hear the smile in his voice. The radiant expression on his face matched the unmistakeable tone of even words as simple as their names.

Sam raised his eyebrows and smiled back at Cas. “What’s goin’ on?”

Cas only continued to smile at the Winchesters.

Dean exchanged an amused look with Sam. “Come on. Cough it up,” he said, casually leaning against the table and crossing his arms across his chest.

“A gentleman never kisses and tells,” Cas said, still beaming. “Except that is exactly what happened,” he said, his deep voice cloaked in excitement. “Y/N and I kissed.”


okay, it's like this:

Jared: solid piece of man meat. he is a literal brick house. like, i hugged his back and it hurt my boobs because it is actually like hugging a Red Wood tree. but he’s also like, a puppy. honestly, his face is radiant, and i think he might actually be like, a man-puppy hybrid or something. a muppy. yes, good.

Jensen: smells like man, and sunshine, and clean, and holding hands with the boy next door who also happens to be a super hot dad. he’s a wee babe. yes, he’s got muscle (in all the right places, hello arms), but his frame is thin. his waist is thin. he’s a child. (only he’s a man. a man child. who hugs you with his whole heart and makes you see doves, and lilies, and unicorns, and other forms of twitterpations.) 

Misha: not as tall as i expected, but i still only go up to like, his sternum. so still very tall. and his back is squishy. but firm. like the perfect type of pillow or chew toy. and he’s very cuddly. like, he will just cuddle you. also he smells like spearmint. 

Mark: Mark just screams and swears at everybody.

BBRae Week 2016 Day 2 - Family

The day Raven knew they were a family was not the day she had expected.

It wasn’t the day when she found out Trigon had left her barren, denying her the choice to become or not to become a mother, crying for some reason she didn’t fully understand while her boyfriend comforted her awkwardly only a week into their romantic relationship.

It wasn’t the day when she looked up into green eyes set in green skin and said ‘I do’ for all to hear, though she loved him profoundly.

It wasn’t even the day when she and Garfield finally were able to officially adopt Melvin, Timmy and Teether, as close to her heart as any child of her blood could be. They were together and safe and happy.

The day she knew, truly knew, was when Garfield ushered three shy children into a row before Raven as she read in her favourite chair. She frowned when she saw the tracks of tears on Garfield’s face, tempered though they were by his radiant smile. The three children blushed and fidgeted.

“They have something they want to ask you,” Garfield said, quieter than usual. “Go on. It’s okay.” Timmy, always eager to prove he was the bravest, stepped in front of his sister and his brother.

“Raven?” he started, bashfully.

“Yes?” Raven said, encouraging him.

“Can we… can we call you Mommy?” he asked.

Raven dropped her book and fell to her knees on the floor, clutching all three children as close as she could, constantly affirming that they could call her their mother, for that is how she liked to think of herself. After that, there was no need to think.

Raven knew.

Mushy and short but I’m ill and weak and trying lol


headcanon:  imagine mikasa finding a small orphan baby. She can’t leave him there to die so she takes him to the scouting legion base and while looking for a home for the baby, she takes care of him with patience and affection. Meanwhile eren looks at her with a little smile on his face, feeling embarrassed at the thought that she looks so beautiful and radiant with a baby in her arms, then she looks at him with this bright eyes and  gentle smile, and he can not stop the thought that cross his mind: she will be a wonderful mother, the kind of mother he would like for his children.He blushes.