and his serious face

I don’t know if it’s me, but I think that when they showed that clip of the boys singing Little Things, Harry’s face changed. It could be imperceptible, but his face changed.

He became so serious

And he went from this serious face

To this adorable, little, hidden smile (it seems like he’s looking at Louis here, as always)

I honestly don’t even know where I’m going with this post, but I think this song has always meant something to Harry and Louis. It’s always been ‘his little things’ to Harry, he’s always sung it to and for Louis. I don’t know, I think it’s like a sacred song to him, to them, one of those songs they chose for themselves, for their story. And his face, the way he watched that clip, says it all.

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Headcanon for BATIM: Best weapon against Bendy: ink eraser. Henry finding a lot of those ink eraser pens and tapes them all over his body. Next time Bendy or the ink ghouls try attacking, he holds his arms wide open, staring at them with a serious face and then chases them cartoon-style.

Better yet, acetone.  It’s not the eraser that works to erase ink; those special “erasable pens” actually have a different kind of ink that can be somewhat erased.  The eraser itself is perfectly normal.  The kind of ink used to make Bendy wouldn’t be the same kind of ink and wouldn’t be able to be erased.

Acetone is best to wash away ink.  But if Henry wants to be able to do any real damage to all the ink in the studio, he’s gonna need a BIGGER BOTTLE.

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He grabbed hold of her wrist mid-motion before she struck him. Sherlock would never hurt her; he used just enough force to stop her.

Shocked, she didn’t struggle. Originally aimed at his shoulder, her arm stayed up between them, clenched fist relaxing, while his fingers remained loosely wrapped ….

Not a trace of anger showed on his face. A stoic mask tinged with hurt faced her. His eyes … dead serious bore into her.

At his touch, Joan’s emotions transformed from anger to a sad confusion. He said nothing. She said nothing. He let go of her arm and walked away.

She found him sitting on the front stoop, hunched forward, elbows on knees, his body as still as the night air.  The gentrified Brooklyn neighborhood was settling down for the evening. The sound of a child’s cry and a t.v. show drifted round, muted by distance and glass … the soft race of an engine … the chirping of crickets … indigo shadows, dark and quiet.

Joan sat beside him and waited. He did not acknowledge her presence.

“What’s wrong?” She asked the question without looking at him.

He responded, his voice a stern whisper, “I could very well ask you the same thing.” His eyes darted to catch a glimpse of her face and quickly refocused out into the darkness.

A lone bicyclist rode by, wheels whirred and his shadow elongated by the street lamps raced to catch up to him.

His words came slowly  "…. I spent the majority of my youth and early adulthood being ostracized, being told what a despicable person I was and being quite regularly beaten for it…“ he took a breath and stared further off down the street. “They were right, of course, for the most part. …. I know I am not an easy person to be around.” He looked at her and flashed what might have passed for a smile under other circumstances.

“Sometimes … when you lash out, physically  … ” he stopped and tried to find the right words, words that wouldn’t hurt her feelings. “I’m reminded of the hate that lay behind those beatings and wonder how much longer it will be before you despise me as much as they did.”

“Sherlock…” she placed her hand on his arm and lowered her forehead on to it. “How could you think I could ever … ” Joan sighed. She pressed her cheek on his arm and then lifted her head to face him. “Yes, I get angry and frustrated and, yes I lash out and perhaps I shouldn’t. But I … ” she took a breath, the words were never easy for her. “I’m closer to you than anyone … and I am comfortable enough around you to be my own despicable self. When push comes to shove, I am not the nicest … ask my brother. He has been hit by me more than I care to admit … and I love him ….” her voice dropped to a barely audible whisper. “And I love you.”

He sat motionless but his eyes gave him away; they sought her out and his head soon followed. Sherlock stared his mouth slightly open in awe; words would not come.

Joan leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his. “Come on, come inside. …. we need to clean the blood out the refrigerator …”

Sherlock nodded and stood, following close behind her. “We should start with the freezer really. That’s were the head is ….”

Joan turned, “What? What head!” Her voice echoed down the empty street.

“Shhhh …. Calm yourself Watson … it’s not an actual head, in order to study the coagulation I had to…”

“Ugh…” she felt her fist clenching as she walked away from him.


Weekends are supposed to be relaxing. All about sleeping in and movies. So when you woke up at 5:30 A.M. on a Saturday because the house was literally shaking, you were very upset. “Dark,”  you said stumbling into the living room. You see him sitting on your sofa, images of himself flash and glitch around him. “What’s the matter? Why are you upset?” Once he notices you are in the room everything slows, a final scream fades to silence as he looks at you.


“He’s gone.” Dark says quietly. His face serious and almost… sad.

“Who?” You ask, completely confused. “Who’s gone Dark?” Now that you are starting to wake up a little more, it registers in you mind how bad this could get. If Dark was upset, that means something bad has happened.

“Armageddon.” Dark’s voice lowers again, as if he is ashamed to be this upset about the subject.”Armageddon hasn’t been home for a few days. He’s never been gone this long.” The house starts to shake again as a high pitched shriek starts to sound. Obviously Dark is upset about the circumstances, but you can’t help but let out a sleepy giggle.

“All this is about a cat?” you ask turning to go back to bed. “He’ll be back in less than a week. I promise.” You should not have promised.

As the weeks pass by with no sign as to where Armageddon went Dark started getting more and more pissy. His personality started scare you more and more. To the point you didn’t want to be in the house with him. He had never scared like this you before.

His attitude was completely unexpected. You had known that Dark cared about that cat more than he cared most humans, but you thought he would at least try to hide it more when you were around. Turns out that was not the case. If anything he was making a point of letting you know exactly how he was feeling. HE WAS LITERALLY RANTING EVERY DAY ABOUT THAT CAT! At this point you are praying for its return.

~time skip brought to you by the snack that smiles back! Children! (Thank you to my friend Kylee for this totally Darkiplier joke)

You walk into house after work one day to see Dark sitting on your couch staring at the floor. This is very different from the usual brooding and pouting of the last few weeks. “Hey Dark, what’s up?” You say as you walk around the couch to see what he was looking at.  As you look around the corner of the seats you see Armageddon, sleeping peacefully, and purring loudly.

“Dark! He came back!” You yell startling both the cat and it’s owner.

“She.” Dark mumbles “Not he.”

“What? How did you find this out?” You ask, honestly not really believing him. But Dark just points to a cardboard box on the other side of the room. What you see in the box makes you understand completely.

Inside the box, there were three kittens. One orange and black spotted with a sleek coat.  One very fluffy and orange. And the last one, who was pure black with random spots of fluffy and smooth fur which including an odd floof on the top of it’s head.

“Awww, Dark! Armageddon IS a girl!” You lean down and pick up the floofy black cat, “We should name this one mark because of it’s hair!”

“That one will be the first to go!” Dark literally growls. “Now that you ruined it forever.” The kitten (now dubbed as Mark) jumps from your grasp rather clumsily and starts to rub against Dark’s shin as he sneers at the small creature.

“Nope! That one is definitely a keeper!” you say with the largest grin you can muster.


Goldie

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What's my name? - LeoDios - Sports RPF [Archive of Our Own]
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By Organization for Transformative Works

“Are you too tired to fuck?”

Leo stared blankly at Neymar, his face serious and stony, the same look with which he’d stared down the crowds at the Santiago Bernabeu. After winning el clasico with his very last kick, and scoring his 500th goal for Barcelona. He’d calmly taken off his shirt and held it up to the hostile crowd.

What’s my name?

Neymar, watching in the midst of all his friends, going crazy and jumping around kicking things, had still managed to get hard, hard, at the sight of Leo holding up his name for all to see.

Fran and Jock

by reddit user Pippinacious/ tumblr user muricanmagpie

I was the last in a long line of grandkids on both sides of the family. No one has ever said as much, but I’m pretty sure I was an “oops” baby; the result of one too many glasses of wine and a couple over forty who thought unplanned pregnancies were for teens.

Oops.

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i love that the promo pikachus sort of reflect ash’s personality in the specific series?

os hat pikachu is happy!! excited for adventure!! look at him jumping giddily, he’s having so much fun!!

ag hat is still happy o: but he’s calmed down a bit! not so jumpy anymore, but still a happy go lucky smile on his face~

ohh in sinnoh we’re getting more Serious™, he’s ready and determined to put on a fight. but still has that mischievous smirk going on to show a playful personality!!!

a relaxed bw hat pikapal! he looks like he’s having a good time after a pretty eventful journey

things are getting serious again!! this pikachu is ready for some action, look at that dynamic pose!! a strong boy

yayy we’re back to being super excited!! new hot region, new friends, this pikachu is ready for fun and adventure!! 

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i mean can you blame him????

based on that post by @leoxingx bc it broke my heart and i need it


They were arguing, the whole team. Shiro had technically started it, saying he would go. The Galra transmission demanded one of the Paladins, or the whole Castle would be blown to bits, and honestly they were in no condition to fight.

“I’ll go.” Keith said. “I’ll be fine, I can fight and take care of myself-”

“No.” Shiro said, shaking his head. “They want me. Haggar wants me.”

“I’ll go!” Hunk piped up again, but everyone shot him a look and he grumbled under his breath. Lance looked back to Shiro and Keith, who were bickering, Pidge, who was leaning on the console tiredly, watching them, and Allura who was joining in on the bickering.

“I will go.” She proclaimed. In the mess that ensued, no one noticed Lance quietly stepping towards the beam that would transport him to the Galra ship that was looming outside the window like a tyrant. They had gotten into their systems, and this was the only way off the ship as of now.

Lance’s mind raced as he watched the team carefully, now Allura was yelling. Five steps.

Four.

Two.

“Lance?” Someone asked. The room went deadly silent and Lance darted forward, hitting the button that would shut the beam’s defense and seal it off. It started humming, and everyone was staring at him.

“Shiro’s the leader.” He explained, rushed as the humming got louder and the top of the encasement grew brighter. “Keith is the best pilot, Pidge is a genius and Hunk is a brilliant engineer. Allura, you’re the Princess and Coran you’re the only one who knows the Castle well.” 

“Lance, no!” Hunk shouted, launching forward. Lance laughed a little and pressed his hand to Hunk’s through the material, it felt like plastic. And it was getting warm, he noticed.

“I’m just a boy from Cuba.” He said, the light over his head getting brighter. Hunk burst into tears, and Lance’s bones seared as the beam came down.


Hunk was sobbing, Pidge at his side in an instant and Shiro only a moment later. Keith stood, staring at the place where Lance had stood only moment before with a look of confusion and terror.

“Lance.” Allura mumbled, mouth hidden behind her hand as she stared in shock. 

Coran paced, then went to the console and started typing. His face was the most serious Keith had ever seen. Something filled his chest, watching Hunk and Pidge sob and Shiro hide tears. Guilt. If he had just gone-

Keith turned and left the room, stoic until his head met his pillow and then he cried.


Lance blinked, the sensation of his flesh being burned off disappearing and he winced, blinking in the hard purple light that made a headache start to pound.

“Well.” Someone purred near him, making him jump and lift a hand to shield his face and get a better look. Long white hair, purple skin, twin scars running down under his eyes, a man stared at him. He smiled, too wide in a way that made Lance shiver. 

“We gained a Paladin much quicker than I had hoped.”

He tries to make you jealous (Zach Dempsey)

shit, so i’ve been in love with thirteen reasons why recently. it’s got me hooked. zach dempsey has been one of my crushes on the show, so here’s one based on this prompt. i’d love taking suggestions! ring me up if you have any ideas- or, better yet, drop by my ask if you want me to make any more for you.

prompt: “i like you a lot, so i tried getting you jealous,” ft. zachary dempsey

Originally posted by pitterpratter


“Ah shit, Y/N,” Jess Davis groans as she wiggles into the tight row of cushioned chairs, trying to make her way to the middle of the line next to you. You giggle as the popcorn spills all around her clenched hand and into the laps of everyone nearby. There are whimpers of “Sorry, sorry!” and grunts before she finally lands into the cushioned chair next to you and sighs. “Ah Jesus, I didn’t know that would be so hard.”

"Maybe you should lay off the gummy worms,” You put in, and laugh as she glares at you and hits your arm. Your hand digs in the popcorn and you stuff a handful into your mouth, the satisfying crunch as you chew making you moan. Ah, popcorn. Jess rips open a pack of the gummies and snorts at you. “Maybe save those noises for Dempsey, hon.”

You choke on a kernel as she purses her lips trying not to laugh, her eyes steadying on the previews onscreen. A few snickers make it out either way, and you scowl at her and stuff more handfuls in your mouth.

Zach Dempsey and you, to put it lightly, were not friends. It was difficult to push you into a room together and not expect a night of sour jabs and endless bickering. Everyone at school knew it, and it was something that happened way before you were even freshmen. There was never a time you weren’t at each other’s throats. One time, he’d spilled liquor down the front of your dress at some party and you’d hidden his pants in a bush while he was in the hot tub later that night. Lately it’d been more of a joke between your friends, with Jessica mockingly swooning how romantic you two would be. 

The lights start to dim and you wiggle back into your seat, ready for some good old romcom- and then the Paramount clip cuts into black for a moment, making you groan and try to dodge whoever was blocking your view. You crane your entire body and glare daggers at the idiot who interrupted your film before it even started. You loved your movies, and you were pretty serious about getting the “full movie theatre experience” (which Jess liked to mock). Please, you were paying a good four dollars for a movie you could watch for free online. Your eyes rise up to the back of his head, taking in a mess of straight black hair, broad shoulders and the school’s infamous Letterman jacket hanging on them. You memorized the back of that head. You knew those shoulders.

It was Zach Dempsey. With him were Jason Friar and Justin Foley, all wearing their Lettermans. You felt Jess shift in her seat at the sight of them. Wrapped in Zach’s arm was a smaller girl, snuggled into his shirt and playing with his fingers around her neck. They scooched into the seats almost directly in front of you, with the girl turning her head suddenly and getting the tips of her ponytail in Zach’s mouth. He swats it away, annoyed, but smiles instantly when she turns her head to look at him.

“Oh no,” You moan, making Jess snicker at you. You don’t miss the way her eyes flicker to Foley and turn away. “Just what I needed.”

"Who’s the girl?” Jess wonders, squinting. “Not a cheerleader. That’s Jenny, I think. Or her friend Bryana. I can’t be sure. We have Com with them.”

"Ugh, who cares,” You roll your eyes and try to turn to the movie. As long as they don’t ruin your film. This was some good stuff showing- if you focused enough, maybe you could ignore them. Jess shrugs and follows suit. You take a sip of your cherry cola as Martin Freeman jogs up into the scene.

The movie drifts by, but you find that you don’t enjoy it as much as you would have. Your eyes keep landing on the back of Dempsey’s head- and as much as you hated it, his arm around the girl’s. Your popcorn started tasting sour. You focus on some surfer guy’s abs an hour in but your mind keeps drifting somewhere else. Suddenly, before you can even blink, Zach cranes his neck slowly and looks directly at you, as if he knew you were there the entire time. He catches you looking and his cheeks tinge pink as he whips back around. Jess snickers. “That’s like, the fourth time he’s done that.”

"What?” You blink. Wouldn’t you have noticed? Jess takes a slurp of her drink. “Yeah, didn’t you notice? I mean, he’s had like two bathroom breaks. Both times he’d looked right at you before he took his seat.”

You decide not to say anything and reach out for a gummy worm. You keep watch, but Zach never craned his head again.

The movie ends before you know it, and Jess is a mess. You can’t stop laughing at her state, and after a while she laughs with you and dabs at her tears with paper napkins, but her mascara’s everywhere. “Shit, Y/N, why aren’t you crying with me?” She scowls, and starts hicupping. You try to hide your smile. You find it best not to tell her that you were staring at other things than the movie.

The lights flick back on and the people file out. You grab your empty popcorn buckets and leave, but not before Jess excuses herself to the comfort room to freshen up. You drop the buckets in the trash can near the snacks counter in the lobby and wait for her, waving a hand at Hannah Baker, who was filling up drinks at the soda fountain. Your hand travels to your back pocket and realize your phone is missing, so you run back into the cinema’s swinging doors hoping not to find it lodged in between seats with a wad of chewed up gum.

You find something even more tramautizing. Sitting on Zach Dempsey’s lap was his date, clutching his face with her pale hands and making out with him. He’s fidgeting in his seat, but trying to keep still. You note that his hands are on the cup holders and not on her waist. Your face screws up and you groan in disgust, picking your phone up from floor. “Christ, Dempsey, get a room.”

Zach’s eyes widen and he scrambles up, pushing the girl out of his lap. “Yeah? Well, this was an empty room ‘til you showed up, Y/N.”

You snort, tucking your phone into your back pocket. “You’re a pig, Dempsey.” There are mumbles of "Ooh”’s from Foley as you stalk back to the entrance, where Jess was waiting for you, ready for some milkshakes at Rosie’s. You loop your arm in hers, failing to hear the “Shit, man,” and swears from inside the theatre.

-

You head into school next Monday with a great start, munching on your bagel as you make it to your locker. You’re wearing an oversized hoodie and high waisted jeans, but it doesn’t stop the jocks from whistling when you pass by. You roll your eyes at them and chew on your bagel as you turn the corner. High school boys were too immature. No wonder you never found the want to date one.

Passing by you in the hallway was Zach Dempsey, crowded with his band of loud friends who are laughing and pushing each other. You meet his eye and he stops, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. You roll your eyes and look away, and you can almost hear him sigh in defeat. Someone slaps him on the shoulder and whistles as you walk by. “Daaamn, Dempsey, you gotta let us share.” You don’t see him shove the guy and stalk off.

The first half of the day passes by like a breeze. By the time fourth period ends, you barely feel like the day has started. You head out for the cafeteria, stacking all your books in your arms and making it through the door, but it wasn’t long before you could hear footsteps running after you. “Hey, wait up, Y/N!”

You turn around and groan, continuing to walk. “Dempsey.” You try not to glance as he jogs up next to you and ruffles his hair, staring at you with this half grin of his you didn’t want to admit you liked.

“Uh, hey.” “Something you need?”

“No, uh, actually, I wanted to talk to you.” He looks at you sheepishly.

“Okay, talk.”

“Um, you look nice today,” He offers, biting his cheek. You stop, staring at him in disgust. “What?” He trails. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding with me.” You shake your head in disbelief and keep walking.

“What’s wrong?” He keeps up. “Seriously, Dempsey, are you hitting on me now?” “And why would that be so terrible?”

“Geez, Dempsey, what is wrong with you?” You deadpan. “You are such an ass, you know that? Do you always treat girls like shit?” You gape at his blank face. “Jenny. From last Saturday. You think it’s OK to throw girls around like that?”

“What? No! I- uh, Jenny and I aren’t serious, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He winces, scratching his neck.

“Yeah, right. Of course not.”

“Look, can I take you out this weekend? To Rosie’s maybe? I’ve wanted to maybe get to be with you out of school. We could go to the movies?” You’re at the cafeteria doors now, but Zach shuts them with his left arm, blocking the way in front of you. You snort. “You can’t be serious.” You watch as his face falls and his mouth twitches.

“What’s so bad about going out with me?”

“God, you are such a jerk, Zach!” You groan, throwing your free hand in exasperation. He winces at the sound of his name being used so hatefully- he’s only ever heard you say Dempsey. He tries to forget about all the times he’s dreamed of his name coming out of your mouth, but decides he hates it when you yell it at him. “You think it’s fun, don’t you? Having no respect for girls whatsoever. You get off buttering them up with kisses and flowers and take them to the movies only to ignore them completely a day or two later. Who, in their right mind, would ever want to go out with someone like you?”

“I only ever wanted to go to that fucking movie theatre because I heard you were going to be there!” His voice rises to a shout. It echoed through the halls, and you wince knowing someone would hear. “You think I wanted to watch that stupid chick flick, with all that shit about high heels and prom? Fuck, I never even liked Jen! Why would I when I’ve always wanted someone else?”

His breath was heavy. Suddenly it was hard to swallow. You try to stand your ground, staring at him. “Nice one. You think it’d be easy for me to believe that, what with your list of conquests and a new girl making out on your desk each week? You must be daft, Zach Dempsey.”

He scowls. “I never wanted them. Never. I just- I just thought that maybe if you saw that everyone wanted me, just maybe you would have wanted me too.” His face softens, and he starts fiddling with his fingers. “Okay, I get it. You could never want me. I know, I just thought I could change that somehow. I’m used to getting my way, you know. Girls flock me, throw themselves at me. I’m used to getting everything I want, but then you’re here, in front of me, and fuck, I’ve never wanted to kiss anything more in my life.”

“Okay,” You say softly, before you can stop yourself. He barely hears it, but his ears perk up. “What’d you say?”

“I said okay,” You clear your throat, and bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling as his lips form into a helpless grin. “Saturday night, Rosie’s?”
“Fuck yes!” He fistbumps the air, then stops as soon as he realises you’re still in front of him. You giggle and hide your face in your hands as he leans forward without thinking, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you in the air. You couldn’t help your cheeks from turning red. Zach Dempsey was adorable. He really was.

“Okay, I’ll see you in Trig?” He asks, palming his phone in his front pocket. He’d have to tell Foley, he was thinking. Man, his best friend would be so proud. His head was rushing when he swooped in and pressed his lips to your flushed cheek. “I can’t wait.”




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deal | pt 1 (m)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

word count: 6,366 

part two | part three 


Eyes like ice, cold and calculating narrow over the rim of a wine glass. Soft lips press to the polished glass, the crimson complimenting tan skin. If it weren’t for the soft dent between his brows you would have assumed he had not heard you. He takes his time allowing the wine to caress his palate, eyes closed as he savors the taste.  As always, he makes you wait until the wine glass is drained of it’s dark contents. You ponder on the taste, if it is bitter upon his tongue much like his words.

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anonymous asked:

How do the Rogues get along cooped up in Arkham?

the gotham rogues in arkham is so wild lmao…. all the normal rules of engagement are OFF

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edward isn’t allowed puzzles or that many games in arkham and the ones he is allowed he finds SO BORING so he starts finding new ways to keep himself occupied.

like literally ivy will walk past him in the cafeteria one day shoving straws up his nose and be like, “what the fuck are you doing?” 

and edward will just turn to her with like a dozen straws shoved up either nostril and a deadly serious look on his face and say, “challenging my intellect, dear.” 

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harley: i wanna watch adventure time!
harvey: tough shit, cutthroat kitchen is on next!
harley: give me the remote, fryface!” *trying to wrestle the remote out of two-face’s hand
jonathan: why don’t you just read a book-
harley + harvey: NO ONE ASKED BITCH

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if something goes missing in arkham it’s most likely some asshole has taken it. harvey just barrels into the rec room one day seething

“RIGHT WHERE IS IT?” 
“where’s what?” 
“MY COIN YOU JACKASSES I KNOW YOU HAVE IT”
snickering but no one owns up, orderlies/guards looking kinda worried but also kinda amused. 
“WHERE IS IT?!?!”
“I’LL GO TO THE WARDEN, I SWEAR.”
suddenly stops yelling, gets an evil smile on face and narrows eyes, “they’ll take the TV away.”
harvey starts walking towards the door and like four rogues tackle him to the ground at once. biting, kicking, scratching and punching ensues. 

after it’s all over ivy just walks up calmly to him and drops it in his hand, “you dropped it on the floor of the cafeteria this morning.”

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harley and ivy are gay as shit all the time, not even subtle about it. just like holding hands and staring longingly into each others eyes and all that soppy shit. it’s infuriating for anyone who’s third wheeling. 

“so guys i have a plan to bust out- guys? guys…. guys please - guys, stop being gay for like 5 min and listen to my plan.”

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art therapy is a mess.

doctor: draw something that represents ur innermost feelings

obvs ur gunna get the really dark shit but:

  • joker draws himself in a wedding dress being carried off by batman. 
  • edward draws himself in question mark speedos and a Hawaiian shirt sitting on a pile of money on a beach with the words I AM THE BEST over the top.
  • ivy draws the rogues and batfam dead at her feet, flowers growing out of the bodies while she stands on top of the pile triumphantly holding hands with harley.
  • harley just draws some kittens and puppies and a bunch of love hearts and jester diamonds. 
  • jonathan draws a scarecrow in a dark field surrounded by a bunch of crows with sharp teeth in the beaks and the words might as well be dead. no one is surprised. [harvey voice] why you gotta be so emo crane?
  • victor draws himself and nora on their wedding day and harley bursts into tears and tries to hug him.

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doctor: edward, please can you call jonathan over for me?
edward: sure
edward: JONAAAAAATHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNN
doctor: for gods sake
jonathan: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?
doctor: i don’t know what i expected 

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gotham rogues: [are arguing in group therapy as per usual]
doctor: excuse me, who’s the doctor here? 
jonathan: me
harley: me too
ivy: i am as well
victor: technically i am too
edward: i have multiple doctorates, i’ll have you know
doctor: [face palming] i don’t get paid enough to deal with this shit
gotham rogues: we know

For @k6034​. Thank you so much!

Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas when they go to the bar that night. He just drags his friend along with him when he goes out for the night, ready to shoot some pool and drink some beer.

Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas when they laugh together at the bar, Dean telling Cas funny stories from his childhood. He just wants to relax, and it’s nice to remember the good times. It’s even better to see Cas smile like that. Like maybe he’s relaxed too.

Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas when they move to the pool table. He just likes how strong Cas looks with his coat billowing behind him and that serious expression on his face. It’s just nice to have someone like that on his side. Someone he can trust.

Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas when Cas pouts at missing shot after shot. “I understand the physics of this,” Cas tells him, “but I can’t seem to line the shot up correctly to achieve it.” Dean slides in behind him without thinking, because Dean’s a pro and knows he can show his friend the proper way to shoot.

Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas as they bend over the table together, Cas’ solid body beneath Dean’s, their hands touching. But he does know that this feels different, that Cas’ face isn’t normally this close, that his own heart doesn’t usually pound this way.

Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas as he keeps correcting Cas’ shot, curling closer and closer, forgetting that he’s supposed to keep space between them, that he shouldn’t hold his hand over Cas’ that long afterward.

But Dean knows he’s in love with Cas when Cas leans in and kisses him, soft and slow, lips curling up in a smile over Dean’s mouth, silently saying it’s about time, I’ve been waiting.

And from the look on Cas’ face when he pulls away, Cas knows Dean’s in love, too.

Alec Lightwood is so relateable to my everyday life. I mean seriously I find myself making many of his facial expressions daily…

Originally posted by magnusizzy

Me when my grandmother or anybody says I never call them…

Originally posted by maclexa-bane

Me every time my boss opens her mouth to speak to me…

Originally posted by barnessergeant

Me when my boss is wrong, but insists she is right…

Originally posted by strictlys

Me when I hear my name…

Originally posted by isabellelightwoodwannabe

Me having to deal with someone I would just rather not deal with…

Originally posted by alectightwood

Me when i see unnecessary shit being thrown in my face…

Originally posted by magnusandalexander

Me with my friends! You know who you are! XD HUGS TO ALL OF YOU!

Originally posted by ricamora-falahee

This is my brain…

Originally posted by malightbane

This is my brain on Malec…

Originally posted by lightwoodsdaily

So is this…

Originally posted by magnusandalec

And this is here because I do what I want! (And also because Malec is always on my mind… I am not afraid to admit this.)