and thats why we love him

  • OsoStaff: Karamatsu has a poetic soul; he values free-expression, peace and love and displays very kind and sincere qualities.
  • OsoStaff: Make him scream JESUS, ASSHOLE, the F WORD, S*X and C*M. English is optional, though encouraged.
Zodiacs and phrases.
  • Aries: "When I am so angry I can destroy this world"
  • Taurus: "I feel so bad,I want to be with my boyfriend all the time"
  • Gemini: "Hey,Do you want to drink tea with me? Or,maybe,with my dog?"
  • Cancer: "Can I help you?"
  • Leo: "I always do what I want. Whatever what others say." or "I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT" (believe me,they always want something)
  • Virgo: " I want to go home,sleep,eat and play The Sims 4"
  • Libra: "OHHHH"
  • Scorpio: "Yes,and after that we went to that bar and she was so drunk,but,whatever,I bought the new Cigarettes "
  • Sagittarius: "WHAT. THE. FUCK. ????!"
  • Capricorn: "Oh,no,sorry. I need to do A L0t. Maybe,in the nearest future we will see each other. :)"
  • Aquarius: they don't like talking too much,so that's why they are reading a book,when you see them.
  • Pisces: "I Believe in Santa!!!! I hope,I will see him soon!!! Omg!!! I am so excited!!"
  • +Bonus:
  • Pisces: "I want to see santa!!"
  • Virgo: "Do you know,It's spring now...??"
  • Pisces: "wAt nO I lOvE $aNta!! AnD WhAtEvEr What DiD u Say!!! If you hate him it doesn't matter for me!!" *go away*
  • Virgo:
  • Virgo: what did I hear now
Exo Reacts To You Being A Clingy Wife

You wake him up in the middle of the night and ask him if he likes likes you.

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

Chen:

It was 2 a.m when you woke up your sleeping husband. He rolled over and slowly opened his eyes. 

“What is it jagi? Are you okay?” He asked while pushing your hair away from your face. 

You were nervous and you knew that you shouldn’t have woken him up but you… were having a moment..

Looking down you mumbled, “Do you like me?”

It was quiet for a moment before looking up to see him staring at you. 

“Did you really just ask me that question? I mean it’s not like we’re married or anything.” He asked staring directly at you. 

“I mean like… like.. me.” You interjected. He sighed and rolled over on his other side, “Goodnight WIFE.”

Originally posted by kaibility

Kai:

When he rolled over to ask you what was wrong you asked him, “Do you like like me?”

He looked at you and contemplated his entire life decisions.

“Did you really just ask me that question?” Do you not remember that thing we did when you wore a white dress.. and like.. we put rings on each others finger? Did you… just like forget that entire day?”

Originally posted by laygion

Lay:

When you asked him that question in the middle of the night he took it personal. Like he hasn’t been showing you his love for you and he would be really upset about it.

“Of course I love you jagiya.. You’re the best thing thats ever happened to me. Thats why I married you. I don’t like you, I love you.” He said before kissing your forehead and wrapping his arm around your waist to cuddle.


Originally posted by hio-sjao

Baekhyun:

When you had woken him up he was trying to figure out if you were being serious. He looked at you and tried to read your facial expression but he couldn’t.

“Uh… Do I like you..?” He repeated the question

You nodded and looked at him.

“Is this a trick question because it’s 2 in the damn morning and I’m not mentally prepared. I love you! I love you I love you I love you!!” He rushed out before throwing his body over yours and going back to sleep.

Originally posted by kyvngsoo

D.O:

“Let me get this straight.. you woke me up in the middle of the night to ask me, your HUSBAND, if I….like you…?” He asked. 

“Yea..’’

“Goodnight Jagi.”

“Bu-”

“Goodnight.” He cut you off before rolling back over and going back to sleep.

Originally posted by mminseok

Xiumin:

He’d be like Lay. He’d be worried that he wasn’t showing you how much he loves you and would be really sad with himself. He’d try to change the subject by joking around.

“I married you, you know what that means right? I love you.. like… alot….” He gave you a smirk before pulling you closer to him and humming you to sleep.

Originally posted by fyeah-chanyeol

Chanyeol:

He ignored your question and just pulled you into his arms and held you. He knew you were just going through a moment and wanted some love. 

“i love you more than you could ever imagine jagiya…”


Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Suho:

“Hm?”

“Do you like like me?”

He squinted his eyes at you. Looked at his wedding ring and then at yours.

“ Are you okay babe?” He asked while feeling your head with the back of his hand.

“Suho!”

“I mean what kind of question is that, Mrs. Kim?”

Originally posted by wooyoung

Sehun:

“ Are you serious? Do I ‘like like’ you? You know what, No I don’t. I was sleeping and you woke me up. So no I do not ‘like like’ you.” He growled before turning his back towards you, mumbling “The hell is ‘ like like’? Girl know damn well I love her. Fuck. Waking me up for this shit.” 

He grabbed your hand and pulled you so you were spooning him, kissing your hand and making you wrap your arms around his waist before falling back asleep.

Why Namjin is so stable than any other bts ships ??

Because other being gay with everyone and also Jin, but not with Namjoon .

He only did fanservice/gay things/skinship/or whatever is that with jin .

Yeah he close with every member too,

but the closeness between him and jin is different , there is something special inside his eyes when he stare at jin,

he is not a person who being used doing fanservice with a man, we can see that obviously.

but he would like to do it with jin . only with him .

so thats why,

they moments look simple but precious and very sweet

we couldn’t see a really gay interaction between them .

but we can feel love between they eyes .

I just wanna say that while Lance has a big ol’ starry-eyed crush on Shiro, Shiro just absolutely falls head over heels in love with Lance. He can hardly believe how happy Lance can make him just giving him a smile. If Shiro kept a diary it would be all about how he kept thinking about Lance and all the questions he wants answers to like ‘how can he be so perfect?’ and ‘does he like just laying in bed and kissing? Because I think he’d be amazing at it’.

At one point Shiro has to turn away mid-conversation because Lance said something nice about him and he couldn’t stop smiling and he was so red.

anonymous asked:

the love between the ocean and the moon if that's too vague? <3 i always love your writing and you are always so great. <3

The moon asked the sun, “What do you know of love?”

“It burns,” said the sun. “It brightens. It is something you make and then give away.”

“Don’t listen to him,” said the clouds. “This big ball of gas doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Yes, I do,” said the sun. “Who but me makes the roses grow?”

“We do,” said the clouds. “Love nourishes, like the rain. We turn the hills green and fill the creeks so they will sing in their creekbeds.”

“Why do you ask?” said the sun.

“I think I might be in love,” said the moon. “I am trying to understand.”

So the moon went and looked at the deserts. They were dry and hot and empty. “See?” said the clouds. But the deserts were still beautiful.

And so the moon went and looked at the creeks in their beds, and they were cool and wet and full. And they were beautiful too.

“What do you think?” the moon asked the sky. “I want to know if I am in love.”

“Ask the earth,” said the sky, and so the moon asked the earth.

“The clouds cover me,” said the earth. “They make me bloom. The sun warms me. Without them I would be cold and dry.”

“You would be ugly without them. That is love?”

“I would be cold and dry,” said the earth, “but not ugly. You are cold and dry, my little one, and you are beautiful.”

“Not like you,” said the moon. “Not like the ocean.”

“No one is like me. No one is like you,” said the earth.

“I feel loveliest when she holds my light,” said the moon.

“Who is it that you love, my child? What kind of love do you wish?”

“Are there different kinds?” the moon asked.

“The sun warms me and pulls me in. The clouds cover me, when they remember. The sky turns every color for me. How do you and yours love?”

“We dance,” said the moon, and they knew she meant the ocean. “I push and she pulls. I rise and set, she rises and ebbs. She pushes, I pull. We go around and around and I watch her tides and I do not think I will ever tire of calling her beautiful. Is that love?”

“It is only your own reflection you see on the ocean’s surface,” scoffed the clouds. “It is like when the sun sets, and calls us beautiful, but it is only his own colors he loves.”

“I love her even when I shine no light,” said the moon. “Maybe I love her most then.”

“You only love her because she follows where you lead,” said the sun.

“It is a dance,” said the moon.

“It is self-centered,” said the clouds. “Bossy. Mean.”

“She is the heart of my orbit,” said the moon. “I will live my life by her until she is gas and I am dust and the universe is cold and dead.”

And the sun and the clouds were quiet and went away, and the stars came out from where they had been listening.

“Is this love?” said the moon.

“You are not asking the right people,” said the stars.

“I have asked the sun, who burns,” said the moon. “I have asked the clouds, who cover. I have asked the sky, who stays forever. I have asked the earth, who made me.”

“But have you asked the ocean, who loves you?” said the stars.

“Oh,” said the moon.

And so the moon went down to the ocean and asked, “Is this love?”

And the ocean said, “Yes.”

Lance going on and on about what a great boyfriend he has, going out of his way to brag about how fulfilling he finds his romantic relationship, and everyone who’s stuck listening to him just eggs him on because Shiro more often then not is right next to him, red in the face, torn between self-conscious embarrassment and his overwhelming happiness

Kylo is a love interest, not Rey.

so like, a big argument against Reylo is that if Rey and Kylo got together Rey would lose her agency and become only the love interest or sacrifice her own narrative just to redeem Kylo but thats wrong (also why do people assume that is the only female role with a romance, but whatever). Rey is already the protagonist, we know this. Kylo however, is the character we want to fall in love, we want him to be inspired by Rey enough to start doing things right even if it takes awhile and she doesn’t accept him at first. if anything Reylo (in the way I think most people see it) consumes and changes Kylo’s arc, not Rey’s, she remains the hero and we don’t call it a redemption arc on Kylo’s side for nothing. Kylo is the one who changes, his character isn’t written as a true star wars villain and the son of han and leia isn’t just going to fall over and die, lol

Bound (part 2)

A/N: THE STRESS LEVEL IS THROUGH THE FUCKING ROOF. I had to re write this entire thing bc my computer shut off and deleted the draft. I promised you guys part two today soooo here it is! Thanks for all the love! We’re almost at 300 follwers, yall! Thats the craic lol. Enjoy!


Y/n is lying in her bed, still only dressed in a purple blanket but the biggest grin is plastered on her face. She and Harry had formally introduced themselves to each other; they found out that they actually live in the same town. Y/n began to talk about how insane this all was but the conversation quickly drifted off to irrelevant topics. Now, she’s listening to him blabber on about his week and she can’t help but wonder how or why she’s come to enjoy this.

How did she somehow normalize the fact that she can talk to somebody through her mind? How could she actually be interested in this guy’s personal life after knowing him for less than two hours?

“So..I got it fixed but now I feel like I should just buy another car if the engine is gonna keep failing, ya know” he shares, but she’s too caught up in her thoughts to realize he asked her a question. “Y/n, you there?” he chuckled. She snaps out of her daze and apologizes. “I’m so sorry I was stuck in my head” she breathed.

“Stuck in mine too, literally” He jokes, they laugh for a bit before he began whining about how she didn’t hear anything he said.

“I’ve heard enough of you, tonight! You already ruined the perfectly good one night stand I had going on, with your constant shouting” She says, matter-of-factly. He, over-dramatically, gasps and denies that it was his fault. He predicts that her fuck buddy would’ve ended up leaving anyways, due to her annoying moans.

“Deeper!” Harry mimics. She’s glad that, out of everyone she could have gotten stuck with, she got him because he makes her laugh and with her dirty sense of humor, that’s hard to do. “You’re an ass!” She declares through her fit of laughter. They talk for a bit more, jokes and jabs rolling off of their tongues like its their job until Harry expresses that its almost four in the morning and he’s tired.

“So..does this shut off when we sleep or am I going to have to put up with your snoring?” Y/n inquires. “I don’t know i guess we’ll have to find out” he says through a big yawn. They ask each other a couple more questions as they both change into their night clothes. Harry puts on a white tee and doesn’t bother putting any pants over his boxers while Y/n settles for a black tank and grey yoga pants.

After she brushes her teeth and washes her makeup off, she crawls into her queens sized bed, advises Harry to not “let the bedbugs bite” and dozes off.

Harry

He brushes his teeth as well and uses a thin black headband (we all know which one i’m talking about) to hold his hair out of his face.

“Goodnight love. I hope i don’t snore too loud” he jokes.



Harry wakes up around the same time does every morning, only difference is that he leaves his eyes closed for a few more moments this time. He groans at the fact that Y/n’s honey-like voice is the first thing to cross his mind. He’s certain that this won’t be the last morning of its kind. His thoughts are cut short by the loud grumble that erupted from him stomach so he decides to start his day off with a nice home-cooked meal. He figures a couple slices of Avocado toast should do the trick.


While his butter knife dispenses the green spread across the pieces of toast, he begins to sing to himself. Perfect by Ed Sheeran, his favorite song at the moment. He doesn’t realize that he’s stopped preparing his meal, he’s gotten so into the song. Its the chorus bit and its almost as if he can’t control himself. He just really loves this damn song.

“Wow, look at you!” he hears, he jumps and drops the knife on the wooden floor of his kitchen. “Christ! Y/n don’t do that” He whines. She’s laughing loudly and he shakes his head at his inability to maintain a straight face. He rinses off the utensil and returns to his breakfast duties.

“You’re such a bully” he chuckles.

“Forgive me but I couldn’t help it! You’re voice is amazing. It woke me up”

“I’m sure you woke up earlier when I was on the phone with my mom” He stated. She told him she didn’t and that she’s pretty sure that they disconnected” while they were sleeping, which is good because that means that they can turn it on and off, once they learn how. “Well thanks for the compliment” he blushes, he’s so happy she can’t see his burning cheeks.

He takes bite of his bread and chases it down with a sip from his cup of cranberry juice. His nose scrunches up, in the cute way that it does, at the mixture of flavors and he makes his way to grab a bottle of water out of the refrigerator instead.

“No problem. Do you sing a lot?” she asks. He tells her about how he used to but he stopped because of his old girlfriend. She was always putting him down and would always take it even though he knew he didn’t have to.

“So whenever she got mad at me or if she was simply bored, she would tell me I sounded like crap” he informed her. “At first I would brush it off but after she…” his voice faltered and he cleared his throat. This is obviously a very hard topic for him to talk about. He never tells anyone the story. It was a huge event in his life and it isn’t so keen on being that open with people.

“Listen H, you don’t have to tell me” Y/n offered.

“No I need to talk about it! My therapist said its good for me” Harry breathed. 

Y/n asks him he would feel better talking about it over dinner and he gladly accepts her offer. He joked around about how much a pussy feels like for not being the first one to ask for a date. “Who said its a date?” Y/n exclaimed.

“I did!” he teased back.

After a long debate over a time and place, the pair decided on seven o’clock at Amelia’s diner. It’s Y/n’s favorite place to get burgers.



Harry pulls into the small lot of the diner. He checks himself in the mirror one last time, he’s not sure why he’s so nervous. “You practically know her” He whispers to himself. Wiping the sweat from his hands off and onto the thighs of his jeans, he hops out of his car and heads to the yellow, double-doors. 

Once inside, he’s greeted by the hostess. She looks no older than about sixteen. “Are you going to be eating alone?” she as she leads him to a table. “No, my uh…my friend is on her way I think” Harry answers. The girl gives him a food menu and leaves him to choose what he wants to eat. 

About twenty-five minutes pass and he hasn’t heard a word from Y/n. He”s already had a milkshake and he’s starting to feel alittle worried. She never gave off the impression that she was the type to stand him up.

 He shuts his eyes tight and tries to connect with her even though he’s never done it on command before. Instead of hearing her voice, he gets this tight feeling in his chest and this wave of panic washes over him. He’s had anxiety attacks before and this feels just like that but he’s unsure as to what is causing it. Afraid of causing a scene, he places some cash on the table and quickly jogs out of the restaurant. 

Once he makes it out for some fresh air, he can breath a little better but his heart is still racing. Then, he finally hears that smooth honey filled tone but he doesn’t think its in his head this time.Its distant and she sounds like she needs helps. 

“Let go of me!” she squeals. He whips his head to the left which is where the sound is coming from. He runs in that direction, following the sound until it leads him to the side of the building. He sees a girl pinned up against the brick wall, two men in front of her. One of them has his hand resting on the wall beside her head. Harry stops in his tracks, trying to evaluate the situation. “please” he hears her whimper “Y/n!” he calls.

The girl on the wall turn her head toward him and so do the two men dressed in black. “Harry?” she asks, breath still shallow from being so scared. The two men back away from her, mumbling shit about how her boyfriend came to save her. Harry runs over to her. He pushes his way in between her and the man. Harry’s face is just inches from his. From where Y/n is standing, she can see Harry’s broad back rise nd fall with is heavy breathing. She put her hand on his hip, to calm him down a bit. The dickhead that stands head to head with H balls up his fist as if he’s about to throw a punch. “Don’t even fucking try it” He growls at the middle-aged creep. 

They walk away shooting evil glares Harry’s way. Once he’s sure they’re far enough, he switches his gaze to Y/n. “Are you okay?” his voice changes from the rough growl it just was, to a soft worried one.

She nods.

“I’m- yeah i’m ok.” she beams.

“That was the craziest thing. I was sitting in there and i like…i lke felt you” he starts, eyes wide with wonder. “I came out here for some air because I could barly bre-’  He stops and raises an eyebrow  “Why are you smiling” he asks.

“Because!…Its you. I’m finally seeing the person i’ve been talking to.” she chimes. 

Its just now clicking in his head; a huge smile forms. He facepalms himself. ”Didn’t even really sink in, love. I’m sorry I was just so angr-” he starts.

“I know” Y/n cuts him off. “Don’t worry about it” she laughs. He looks down at the outfit she was wearing. It wasn’t too flashy but it wasn’t too dressed down either. It looked great on her and the color she chose, complimented her eyes well.

“Well, you look beautiful” he chuckles, opening his arms wide enough for her to slide in. Just as she she embraces him, They both feel a weird wave of tingles run between them. It wasn’t painful, but it was just really strange. Neither of them had felt something like that before. It was almost like that feeling you get when your foot falls asleep except… all over their bodies.

Both of them pulled away quickly. 

“Did you feel that too?” Y/n stammered. 

“Um..Yeah that was new” Harry coughed.

(35) Ignis’ pick-up lines.

Ignis: …
Ignis: Wow, Gladio. You look terribly hot from up here. ;)
Gladio: …
Gladio: Iggy, it’s not the appropiate moment. Now you two try to get down.

  • Oswald: I cannot believe..actually I can that Jim would just hand Ed over he could be dead already.
  • Oswald: Alright new plan we are saving Ed.
  • Ivy: Why?
  • Oswald: Because.... I said so.
  • Ivy: *Grins* You still love him dont you pengy.
  • Oswald: Shut up! And dont call me pengy!