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Reaction no. 242: When you’re watching a kpop MV and trying to figure it out.

nina092702  asked:

119: “It’s not a double date, we’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

  • “I’m so happy you guys finally agreed to go on a double date with us,” Lily says happily
  • Across from her, Remus looks at Sirius with a confused look
  • “It’s not a double date, we’re just third and fourth wheeling,” he clarifies slowly, trying to meet Sirius’s eyes in conformation
  • But Sirius is looking down at the mac ‘n cheese he ordered from the kid’s menu, innocently stuffing his face with carbs
  • James tries to contain his laughter from the other side as Remus sets his fork down in a clatter
  • Lily shuts him up by swiftly bringing her hand against his mouth, eager to watch her best friends (hopefully) admit their feelings for each other
  • God knows it’s been “friend zone” long enough
  • “Care to explain, love?” Remus smiles sweetly, a threat behind those stormy eyes of his
  • When he doesn’t get a response, Remus makes his way out of the booth
  • “I’m leaving. I don’t even know why - ”
  • Sirius cuts him off by gently yet firmly grasping Remus’s arms before he can leave
  • Remus hesitantly turns his head and gazes around his shoulder at Sirius, allowing him to explain himself
  • But what he sees is Sirius pulling himself onto the table, Lily and James moving their plates out of the way with nervous expressions
  • Sirius stands on the table, a picture of pure punk - his leather jacket, black combat boots, and eyes lined with kohl
  • “What the hell are you doing? Get down -”
  • “Hit it”
  • And like a scene from his worst nightmare, Tegan and Sara’s “Closer” pumped from the old jukebox
  • “Oh, no,” Lily puts her head in her hands, not daring to look
  • James, meanwhile, watches his friend eagerly, his camera out and ready to film like a proud father at prom night
  • All Remus can do is watch Sirius as he begins to belt out the lyrics 
  • “All I want to get is…” His eyes meet Remus’s and he winks. “… a little bit closer”
  • And so he sings his heart out on the tabletop of an old 80′s restaurant, the workers and customers alike watching with amusement, clapping along to his horrible voice
  • Sirius grabs his wrist, pulling him up to the table
  • He twirls him around and they move to the beat of the rhythm, Remus laughing at the man he has always loved
  • They reach the final lyric and people around the room are clapping, but all Remus can see is Sirius
  • Before he can process what he’s doing, Remus grabs Sirius’s flushed cheeks and presses his lips to his
  • The shouts and “aww’s” are drowned out by a new love song booming out
  • Sirius and Remus separate, looking into each other’s eyes with identical smiles
  • “Are you ready for another one?”
  • “With you? Everyday”
The After Party - Part 3

Hey Guys, here is the final part for this fiction. Thanks for the likes and reblogs, it is much appreciated. Now that this is finished I have a few requests to write for so look out for those. :) And thank you to the person who sent me a message for an insult for Jughead from Reggie.

Part One

Part Two


He put a hand on her shoulder wanting to comfort her and she collapsed onto him. Her face nuzzled into his shirt. “You smell nice.” She commented, feeling his body stiffen at the contact.

“Thanks?” he responded unsure. He was in a small enclosed space with Betty Cooper at a house party, it wasn’t exactly where he thought his night was going to end up. Her hands moved to encircle his waist and he went to put some distance between them, his back hitting the wall behind him. He needed to process what was happening. She moved towards him again her hand pressed against his chest. “Betts. Come on.” his tone was light, friendly, trying to break the tension that had suddenly engulfed the small room. But she was having none of it, her eyes had darkened and they carefully examined him in a way he had not seen a member of the opposite sex look at him before.

“Betts I don’t think this is a good idea.” He let out, as her hand moved to his shirt playing with the material. His hands were braced on the wall behind him, he was out of space to move and she was not backing away.

“What did I say about people telling me what to do?” She replied.

“Not telling, advising.”

“I always do what is best Jug. That’s my life’s mission. But sometimes I get sick of being the good girl.” He swallowed thickly, his throat feeling dry. She smiled noticing his reaction. Her hand moved from the opening of his shirt to his neck, playing with the curls of hair that escaped underneath his beanie.

“Betts.” He groaned in warning. She had fully invaded his personal space now. If she was anyone else he would have pushed them away by now.

“Don’t you want to make me feel better.” She pressed her body against his.

“I don’t want to be a rebound.” He choked out.

“This isn’t about that. This is two people who know each other very well, who at one time or another have imagined what it would be like to cross that line.” She said seductively as she trailed a finger down the side of his cheek to lightly ghost across his lips.

“You have thought about that?” He asked searching her eyes for honesty. She took a hold of his hand and placed it on her hip.

“Haven’t you?” She said avoiding the question. He glanced at his watch on the hand not currently attached to her hip holding her tight now without realizing.

“We have 3 minutes left.” He stated struggling to keep his tone even.

“Tick, Tock” She replied.

“Fuck it.” He groaned in defeat, his hand reaching for the back of her head, pulling her closer so that his lips could capture hers. Her lips were pliable under his, returning his kiss with equal enthusiasm. Her hands went to his hair dipping underneath the beanie on his head to feel his wavy locks he kept hidden. She had always wondered what his hair felt like, hidden always under that beanie.

Her tongue swept across his bottom lip, seeking entrance which he gladly gave all too easily. This feeling of being desired overwhelmed her, she wanted more, more of this feeling. Feeling bold she reached under his t-shirt, her fingertips touching bare skin and delighting in his sharp intake of breath at the contact. But he didn’t stop her, didn’t pull away as she had expected. She moved her hands to his bare back scratching lightly. She was reveling in the sounds that he was making, it made her feel powerful that she could create such a reaction in the usually stoic teen.

So far he had been along for the ride, letting her take the lead. But this feeling arising up in him had snowballed into something he couldn’t quite control. He wanted more, he wanted to feel more. Switching their positions he pushed her up against the wall, as his lips went to her neck, he took a testing nip the barest hint of teeth  and then soothed the area immediately with his tongue as she gasped and moaned her appreciation.

Her hands were in his hair again. She wanted that hat gone. She knew it was his security blanket. A barrier against the the world and she wanted him without those. She wanted him laid bare. Those moments when she had thought about what it might be like to kiss him, she had never imagined this. She had expected an awkwardness and hesitation on both sides. But this was nothing like that. This felt almost right. There was a push and pull between them, give and take. This was not the sweet first kiss she had expected to write in her diary, all sunshine and rainbows and Archie Andrews. This was raw and unhinged. Her fingers were now laced in his hair as she directed him to where she needed to feel his touch the most.

She felt his hand moving up her waist, up her ribcage, the underside of her breast just short of touching her where she needed him to. She keened into his touch.

“Please.” She let slip from her lips. She heard him take a deep breath before his hand caressed her breast and his mouth reclaimed hers.


“Right Betty times up.” Veronica said as she opened the closet door, Archie stood next to her and may have needed some help picking his jaw up of the floor. Within the closet were his two best friends tangled up in each other, hair mussed, the crown beanie on the floor left forgotten. It seemed Veronica too was lost for words.

“Whoa looks like Needlenose does know what to do with a girl after all.” Reggie shouted peering over the shoulder of Archie who was still having difficulty getting his mouth to form words. Betty and Jughead broke apart, Betty casually smoothing down her dress, while he picked up his beanie from the floor pulling it quickly onto his head. He looked over to Betty expecting to see embarrassment or a look of guilt at being caught in the act, but he couldn’t read anything from her face. The closest thing he could describe it as was determined.

“Oh looks like Betty Cooper isn’t so innocent after all. More like your sister than we thought. Must be a Cooper thing.” Cheryl commented smugly. Betty’s face didn’t change, didn’t crumble and break like it usually would. Instead she walked over to Cheryl never breaking eye contact. She was in Cheryl’s face now, eye to eye. Cheryl noted the look in her eye and her smile faltered.

“I am done being your little plaything. Cross me again. so much as say Polly’s name and you will regret it.” She stepped past her heading for the exit. She looked back over her shoulder at the devastation in her wake, to the boy still in the closet. “Are you coming?”

How could he say no?

Stars

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: The teams been acting weird lately and you start to feel self concious. Bucky sees your sad and takes you out on a date.

Warnings: Fluff!

Words: 928

Originally posted by dangered

You don’t know what was up with the team lately. It seemed like every time you walked into a room whatever conversation they were having stopped. You were starting to feel a little self conscious. 

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anonymous asked:

OMG! Iain looks so different without a beard and quite intimidating to be honest. ;)

Are you thinking of this image

Originally posted by favor757

He does look a wee bit intimidating doesn’t he - I LIKE  ☻/  I always find he looks a little more intimidating ( read evil haha )  Clean shaven and a  little softer and more Vulnerable with some scruff or a beard.

Originally posted by unterwasserfisch

But really it’s more a tribute to his prowess ( growl : ) as an actor /  He’s very expressive and really uses the set of his face and his eyes and body as a performer.  BRILLIANT

I of course LOVE him both ways but am a little more partial to scruffy Iain -

Originally posted by aylahurst

Thanks for the comment Anon. I really enjoy receiving them ☺

Y’know what I wish there was more of? Unattractive characters.

Like, it seems in nearly every sort of fiction the protagonist and the “good guys” are conventionally attractive looking (especially in female characters). It almost seems as if it was saying that, unless you look good, you’re not as valuable and valid. Like that you need an appealing body to be well liked.

‘cuz I feel real people are only very rarely the typical picture of beauty, ‘cuz people might have weirdly shaped noses, or maybe a longer face, or maybe are a bit more on the heavier side. And it’s a shame people like that don’t seem to be appreciated in fictional media very often.

woosyp3  asked:

You could make an army of all of the thicc sky drawings you got.

I could!!!

btw, can I just praise you guys for a moment??

I love the fact that I can post something about myself and you guys would love it, for example all these thicc drawings, all my life I have felt like my body wasn’t good enough for anyone, and I tried everything to slim myself down for people

years later here I am, I have people drooling over the fact that I have thicc legs, I love how all of you don’t care what I look like [which is a good thing]

You guys will praise me for having this body type, or you guys will tell me I’m cute when I post a picture of myself

and that helps my self esteem a lot!!

I just want to say thank you for all the support I’ve been getting with all my thicc/face stuff

So today I’m talking to J’s mom about college and while I’m mid sentence, his dad comes up and like…body checks me?? Like I didn’t fall over but I was wearing heals so I stumbled a bit. He laughed until he saw my face (I guess I looked confused) and he immediately goes “Wait…is that not something you do with girls? Is that a guy thing? I’m so sorry I do that with my sons and I um….yea”

I asked J and apparently that’s how his dad shows affection and I’ve been like completely accepted into the family now and it’s…a really good feeling??? Almost like I have a second family?? And I don’t know, this has never happened before??

anonymous asked:

I like a guy. And one time I saw him check me out. But the thing is. We are both introverts. How do I proceed?

story time: on wednesday when i was in nyc about to leave for the train, i was at the station and across from where i was sitting was this guy looking at me on and off and my mom left to get some coffee so i was by myself… so i kinda looked at him on and off and then at an awkward time we looked at each other face to face and smiled… said hi and then he decided to keep the conversation going and now we’re cool new buddies!

so moral of the story, even the smallest move like saying hi or little conversation can WORK. im an introvert but i stand up and make a bold decision and it gave a really good effect.

You can't convince me that every one of Kaede's classmates didn't blush when giving her her gift.

(Except Ouma, he’s too much of a cocky dick and he just kinda drops her gift at her feet and runs off like the little gremlin he is, but on the inside he’s dYiNG.)

(Kiibo, bless his poor robo-soul, is stuttering so badly that Kaede asks if his software is malfunctioning, which just makes it worse.)

(And Maki and Saihara both look as if they’re going to spontaneously combust, with Maki trying to play it cool in her usual tsundere manner, but Saihara’s honestly just a mess.)

(Kaito tries to act like the cool guy™ but slips while leaning against the counter.)

(And then Amami comes in and HE DOESN’T EVEN TRY AND MOMOTA WHY ARE YOU CRYING???)

(Hoshi’s up next and he’s pulled his hat down over nearly his entire face and his voice isn’t as deep as usual and it actually sounds kinda normal and then Kaede’s crouching down so that their eye-level and he’s just like oh-god-it-shouldn’t-be-humanly-possible-for-someone-to-be-this-beautiful.)

(The most normal had been Kirumi who just passes her her gift with a small smile and a slight blush dusting her cheeks.)

(No one can see if Shinguuji is blushing or not underneath his mask, but boi you ain’t foolin anyone. He gives Kaede some box with weird ass markings carved into it and she’s honestly mildly creeped out.)

(Then there’s a blur of yellow and Angie’s leeched onto Kaede.)

(Once they finally manage to pry Angie off Kaede, it’s Tenko’s turn. She’s so nervous that she nearly flips Kaede when she tries to hug her.)

(Himiko’s even worse than Hoshi and you can’t even see her face at all beneath her hat whilst she presents Kaede with her gift with some lame magic trick, then she scurries off and hides behind Tenko.)

(Gonta ends up bowing so low that Kaede’s arms ache the next day from trying to pull him up to prevent him from losing his balance and getting a concussion.)

(Shirogane is cleary nervous bc she’s spewing out so many anime references that no one can keep up. Plus her face’s bright red.)

(Last but definitely not least, it’s Iruma’s turn and the box she drops into Kaede’s hands starts to vibrate and everyone’s just like oh god, not again. Then Iruma just tells Kaede to open it and the mess of wires inside surprisingly doesn’t look like a sex toy, then she goes on to explain that it’s actually a machine that’ll massage her stiff fingers after hours of playing piano (and bc she’s Iruma she tacks on a “and other activities” with a wink). At this stage Kaede’s already tearing up, because who would’ve thought that Miu Walking-Innuendo Iruma would’ve been so thoughtful and pulls her into a tight hug and, well, RIP Iruma.)

What if Delirious is actually a shark, and Cartoonz is just this guy lounging on his boat in the ocean, drinking beer and eating a sandwich or something.

He goes to take a bite and hears a voice from behind him say, “Damn that looks good! Give me a bite!”

Cartoonz just stops for a moment, sure that he’s hearing things, burger paused right before his mouth. And everything is still and he can see for miles across the water and there isn’t another boat anywhere.

But then his boat rocks to the side and when he looks down there’s this massive face staring at him.

Full of grinning teeth and just sort of laying its giant shark head on the side of the boat.

And then it opens its mouth and says, “Feed me!”

Us guys… We’ve got feelings, yet society tells us that if we express them, we’re weak and “unmanly.”

Why?

It all goes back to the stone-age: men were the fighters because they are usually bigger and stronger. Even today, men are considered the protectors of their families, and to maintain their image of being impervious to harm or able to take down anything that may be a problem they hide and suppress their weaknesses and their fears.

When we hide and suppress our feelings and fears and never face them or sort them out, we leave a giant mess that never gets cleaned up, and then when we consider trying to clean it up we take one look at it and immidiately give up, which does nothing except add to that mess and lower our self-worth.

In time, the mess becomes so great that we develop ways of forgetting about it. Us guys don’t often feel like we have anyone we can ask to help us clean it all up, so we ignore it “until the end of time,” we promise ourselves.

Emotions are something that all of us have and experience, and here’s my secret: let yourself experience them. If you ignore them in your quest for positivity they’ll still be there dragging behind you, slowing you down.

Hey guys! Pre-orders for the @hqwriterzine are now open!!! Here’s a small preview of the iwaoi piece I wrote, which has an amazing accompanying illustration by @holililil !!!


Tooru snatches his hand back and turns to apologize to the other person, a sheepish smile plastered across his face and half-hearted excuses already hanging off his tongue. But that all fails him when he finally looks at the other man. All his thoughts and words disappear entirely in the overwhelming surprise of seeing that tanned skin and dark hair and eyes so familiar it almost breaks his heart.

Iwaizumi Hajime is standing before him for the first time in almost four years, and Tooru doesn’t know what to say.