and why are you so handsome

Slacking

Requested by @mrkittyinmytree

Pairing:  Hiromu Takahashi/FC

Category: Smut

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“You clearly weren’t expecting me.”

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Everything coming out about the new Death Note shows how much they’re missing the point of Death Note.

Light is not a weird loner kid. He’s a top of his class, “that kid’s going places” type. People admire him. He stays beneath suspicion until L enters the fray by seeming so perfectly straitlaced and normal that no one thinks he could ever be a serial killer. The idea of Light having a locker sign saying “normal people scare me” is ridiculous, Light would probably mock the kind of person who’d put that in their locker. Light is handsome, confident, and while his ego is horrendous and his god complex ends up going to sociopath levels eventually, he has great charisma. He’s great at talking people into things and getting them to trust him.

Light is not an outcast. He is not a punk or a rebel in any way.

If you were committed to doing “Death Note but in the USA” Light would be an all-American boy, the local sheriff’s son who plays sports and gets good grades and  just seems oh-so wholesome. That was why back when I was in high school and people floated Zak Effron as the casting for an American Death Note I thought it was a great idea since Light would probably be a Troy Bolton type in the USA, albeit with a bit more focus on his academics than sports.

Light is not an outcast. He is the sort of boy where if he was American and was accused of a crime you’d have two thirds of the town online going “that good boy would never do such a thing.”

Just…where did this idea of “punk” Light even come from? Where in any version of Death Note has Light ever done anything remotely teenage-rebellion-ish? Just…where did this even spring from?

You make me feel like maybe I’m not as bad as I think

^///^

Art: aisla229

Th!PJ: starlumen

PJ: @7goodangel


Star: HOOOOW TO BREEEEAAAATH!? JESUS ! THIS IS AMAAAAZING AS ALWAYS !!!!!!!!!!! KASJHDASKDHASKDH THIS IS MAJESTIC! PERFECT… I WANNA DIE.

edit: The atmosphere of PJ is very caught my eyes, the water of blue-ish affect on it, It amazingly catches the moment, this brave guy damn! I am so proud of you Aisla ~

  • me: minding my own business, trying to concentrate
  • my brain: ♪♫ 2 to the 1 to the 1 to the 3, i’m taako, you know from tv?? i eat old dead dudes with my umbrella. if you wanted to lure me in there you shoulda stayed handsome my fella. 3 to the 1 to the 1 to the 3, why did pan lie to me?? im saving my good rolls. shut up you guys! the late merle highchurch rolled a 5. i have well established rustic hospitality. i would like to try to use my vehicle proficiency. is it time for us to do our sexy turn on the catwalk? I hand her a coupon for 1 free back rub. i love your cadence dear, where are you from? im so proud of zem! booyah. she slaps you back. that is a baller cookie. hot diggity shit.

OMG Guys honestly I cant believe that i painted him, i don’t know why but i was scared to paint him. I thought he would not turn out as handsome and as dazzling as he is in the books.  but i love him so much, how can i not paint him. i hope you guys will like my version of Rhys. 

The Story of Smeraldo - The 8th Story

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KRN - ENG © ktaebwi / Naver Blog link

As ‘Flower Smeraldo’ shop is planned to open in mid September, I have been busy with planning for the custom clearance and method of delivery & storage for Smeraldo.

That’s why I couldn’t log into this blog for a while. So when I came back to check out as the event is ending soon,
I saw that many people are interested in Smeraldo. Many participated in the event as well.
Thank you everyone so much.

Actually today’s a very happy day for me. I received the first order!!

I went to the shop’s construction site at around noon and a handsome young man was peeking in and entered the shop.
This sounds weird, but my heart jolted.
It’s like I was meeting someone I knew for a long time but have been forgotten.

Truthfully, I wasn’t supposed to go to the construction site today, but somehow I wanted to go there from the morning,
maybe it was to meet this person.
I was kind of scared too, I don’t know, anyway it was weird.

An even more surprising thing is, the flower that this customer came to find was Smeraldo!
He said he didn’t know this was a Smeraldo-specialized shop, he just came in as if something was luring him.
This is fate, isn’t it?
Ultimately, I received an order of Smeraldo from him.
It’s the first official order in Korea!

▲ Delivery slip of the first order of Smeraldo in Korea I received from the customer.
I haven’t got the shop’s delivery slips yet so I used the post-it note I took with me.

(Content: Smeraldo bouquet 1
Date of delivery: Late August (contact again later)
Delivery address: Contact later
Cash: ₩____
Contact: 010 ___ _____)

(The autograph is Jin’s autograph)

Actually, because of the heat these days, the supply and demand ​for Smeraldo isn’t easy.

So I told him that I probably wouldn’t be able to deliver it until the end of August,
and after thinking for a while, he said that would be a perfect timing, so I was able to take the order without any problem.
But looking at the expression of the customer when he said that, I knew it. It was his present for an important someone.

So I told him.
“I want to give you a card with Smeraldo drawing, what would you like to be written on it?”
He hesitated for a while and then wrote some sentences. What did he write?
I can’t tell you that, since it was his personal matter.
I asked him again. “But why must it be Smeraldo?”
His answer was “Because I want to be a good person”.
It must mean he wants to be “a good person” to the one who will receive the Smeraldo right?

After he left, I thought a lot about what happened long ago.
What if I had told my sincere feelings like that customer?
But obviously saying “what if” is meaningless.
I lost her like an idiot, but I hope that customer would be able to deliver his sincere feelings and be happy.

The event is the same, it was created with the purpose of delivering people’s sincere feelings to those who mean a lot to them.
It’ll end at 10PM tonight and the winners will be announced shortly. Please look forward to it.
There were many stories sent here so it might take a while, please kindly understand.

The Sides as Conversations I’ve Heard in Theatre

Roman: Am I not clever, well-mannered, considerate, passionate, charming, as kind as I’m handsome-
Virgil: No. You’re not.

Patton: I’m already so emotional, why on earth are you doing this to me?
Logan: All I’m doing is playing music from Les Mis.
Patton: *sobs* I know!

Virgil: How many bones do you think I would break if I fell off stage?
Logan: Well, it’s hard to say. Depends on whether you’re falling forwards or backwards, what part of your body you land on, there’s a lot factors with those kinds of things.
Virgil: Well, only one way to find out. *Hurls self off stage* Ow.

Logan: *Sliding across the stage in fuzzy socks* FOR SCIENCE!
Patton and Virgil: STOP! You’re going to hurt yourself!
Logan: *Stops sliding, falls on butt* Worth it for SCIENCE!

Roman: *Swinging prop sword all around* HI-YA! I will vanquish ALL THE FOES! *Accidentally hits Virgil hard enough to leave a mark* Oops.
Virgil: Dude, that’s kinky.
Patton: *From across the room* You guys are so CUTE! And GAY!

Today I asked @ufficiosulretro why her Gabe always had red underwear and she dared me to write a ficlet about it. 

So this is it, my love letter to Irene’s red briefs and converse.


“What’s up with you and red briefs?”


Jack blamed the grueling regimen of the Soldier Enhancement Program for how his mouth just decided to go ahead and make a fool out of him.,


“Staring at my ass, farm boy?” His roommate was a couple of years older than him, ridiculously handsome and top of the class. Every class. It didn’t really matter, Gabriel Reyes seemed capable to do just about everything. Jack was both intimidated and wildly turned on.

No!I just,” He flushed to the roots of his hair “They’re all red? And it’s really weird? Wait, I didn’t mean…not that you’re weird or anything, it’s just peculiar, it stands out. Not your ass, the color.”


The ass too.


Jack tried to stop his hands, what did people normally do with their hands? Gabriel arched one eyebrow and erupted in genuine laughter, he felt like an idiot.


“”You were just joking.”


“You got to relax, John.”


“Umh, it’s…Jack, actually. I go by Jack. John’s my dad.”


“Well, Jack…” His voice was so smooth. “ I buy my underwear in stock ‘cause it’s cheaper, those five pair, ten dollars kinda of deal, you know? And they are all the same color because I’m shit at laundry.” He jumped a bit wiggling into his pajama pants, Jack couldn’t fight a smile


“So you are human, after all.”


Gabriel tilted his head “What? ”


Jack hurried to turn the attention away from his hero worship  “Why red though?” He asked perhaps louder than strictly necessary. “All black or white would be easier to wash.”


“It’s my favorite color, give me a break.”


They both got into their respective bunks. This was nice, Jack thought, getting to know each other. Becoming friends. They certainly would need one in the shit show that S.E.P promised to be.


“You could always learn how to separate whites and colors.” He teased, Gabriel went very quiet, and Jack wondered if he stepped over some kind of new friendship line until he chuckled and replied with a:


“You could always admit you were staring at my ass.”


Jack didn’t admit it, even though it was true. Not then, anyway.


Eight months later, he gave Gabe a pair of red converse for his birthday, Gabriel tried to mock him for being “a huge dork who remembers stuff like someone’s favorite color, you’ll make me develop a complex.” But he really liked them, Jack could tell.


“Gabe, I love you, but with the number of times you made all my stuff pink with your briefs in my laundry I couldn’t forget it if I tried.” He said absentmindedly.


“You what, now?”


And that’s the story of how Jack Morrison told Gabriel Reyes “I love you” for the first time. (Without even noticing.)