at least slowly

groundedvindaloop  asked:

something not specific - a cute kyle doing cute kyle things

i guess these arent specifically cute things but hes always cute so it doesnt rly matter

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07.02.17 // starbucks bio study session in another city. it was a good call to review before uni starts since I’ve forgotten so much after going a whole semester without sciences :’)) at least it is all slowly coming back!! 

🎧: freal luv - far east movement (ft. tinashe, chanyeol)

thesparklingpariah  asked:

Dorian crawled into the stress box and pulled out a small bundle of rags. He opened it and handed it to Eremes. Inside were two small snails and a large one. "Here. For you. And you better like them, because I'm NEVER getting the slime out of my clothes." But despite his harsh words, he smiled and wrapped an arm around Eremes, trying to comfort his stressed little friend.

he tries

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i drew this thinking i could play with expressions.. only to realise.. no.. not really.. and then i got really disappointed with myself and started doubting how i draw Rhys and well.. how i draw.. -side eyes- 

Tim Lawrence and Rhys©Borderlands
-disappointeeeeeed- ©me

The Girl Made of Starlight

Originally posted by singingangel-p86

The Girl Made of Starlight

Beast!Adam x Reader

Prompt: What do you think of an imagine where the reader is Adam’s favorite character in a book, who he asks to see in the mirror at least once a day, slowly falling in love with her?

Note: Aaaaaaaah! <3 C U T E

Edit: I think I’m going to make this into a series? Someone please give me feedback? Thanks!

“It’s getting late, my little prince.” The kind queen chided her son as he sat upright in the bed. “I’m afraid it’s time for you to sleep now.”

“One more story! Please!” The young boy begged eagerly. After thinking for a long moment, the queen met the prince’s gaze. His eyes were sweet and blue, full on innocence. She sighed.

“All right, one more. And then, you must sleep. You have a big day ahead, you know.” Her smile was soft as she searched the small shelf in Adam’s room. What was there here that she hadn’t read to him yet? And then she found it.

It was an old book. One she hadn’t laid eyes on since she was at least a teenager. It had been a favorite of hers. The Girl Made of Starlight.

“Here’s one.” The queen sat down in the chair beside Adam’s bed. “I haven’t seen this book in a very long time.”

“Where was it?”

“Hiding, I suppose. Waiting for the right moment to make itself known. But nevertheless, the sooner we finish, the sooner you’ll be asleep.” She took a breath and opened the front cover. “Once, in the Kingdom of the Sun, there was a girl. To everyone around her, she appeared ordinary, boring and quaint. And as she grew up surrounded people who thought of her as nothing but standard, she began to believe that ordinary was all she ever was, all she could ever be. But that was not the case.”

“What was she?” Adam practically bounced with enthusiasm.

“Eager tonight, are we?” the queen smiled. “(Y/N) was truly more than just the daughter of the miller. She was a child of the stars.”

***

After reading a large portion of the book, the queen decided that it was getting far too late for her little prince to be awake given the events waiting for him the following day. So, despite his many, many protests, the queen placed a bookmark in her treasured favorite and put it on the shelf for another night.

But the queen never got to finish her story.

She soon fell to illness and became too sick to read. Soon after, she was gone. And as the kingdom grieved, the king became twisted. Her death was the end of him. And so was it the end of the Adam that was hopeful, the Adam that was kind.

Years later, when Adam had reached adulthood, came the curse that twisted him into an enormous, fearsome beast. The story of the star girl was long-forgotten. Adam spent years in isolation, wallowing in his misery. His selfishness had done this, his vanity. He had taken so much pride in his looks, in the beauty of the things he owned, and now that it was gone, he felt as though he had nothing.

As time passed, Adam ventured from his West Wing more and more. He didn’t want to gaze upon the cursed rose any more than he had to. It was only a reminder of his mistakes, of the grim deadline that hung over his head. The library became a refuge, a place where he could escape. The book the Enchantress had given him sat idle on his shelf, and instead, he found a home in literature. As he searched the shelf, something fell and hit the floor with a soft thud. He looked down, and there it was: The Girl Made of Starlight.

Adam slowly bent down and picked up the book with his massive paws. He brushed off the cover, and his blue eyes widened. Thoughts of his mother came rushing back to the surface. He was tempted to put the book back, to forget he had ever found it, but instead, he carried it over to the couch and began to read it.

Inside the pages of the book waited the story of (Y/N), the miller’s daughter, who was just about to discover she was not as normal as she had been raised to believe.

~Losing her mother had changed (Y/N). Every day, the glimmering star that hung around her neck only served as a reminder of the magnificent woman that had left her daughter behind. Her mother’s words were ingrained in her mind. With her last dying breaths, she had put the necklace around (Y/N)’s neck.

“Remember that there is light in everybody.” Her lips pulled into a frail smile as her husband and daughter sat beside her in tears. “And there is light in you. You don’t know it yet, but you will. No matter where you go, no matter how far you travel, I will always be with you.”

Iridessa squeezed (Y/N)’s hand as the life in her began to fade.

“You are a child of the stars. A beautiful girl with more power than you know.” She pressed a finger to the center of her chest and whispered a final goodbye as the life left her eyes. “I believe in you.”~

Adam took a deep breath and adjusted himself on the soft couch that sat beside the hearth. He had a feeling he would be there for a while.

***

Over the course of the week Adam had read the book at least twice a day, only taking brief breaks for meals and sleep. He was a man obsessed. He didn’t know why, but of all of the books in the library, this one had captured his attention better than anything he had ever read.

After finishing it for the tenth time, a strange idea occurred to him as he brushed past the enchanted rose that had doomed him to this fate, the wretched timer, an eternal reminder that his day was coming. Then, he would be stuck like this forever. Beside the rose sat the Enchantress’ mirror. The moment his eyes settled on it, he reached out for it.

He took a deep breath. This was stupid. This was a dumb idea. It would never work.

But what if?

“Show me…show me the girl made of starlight.”  

The surface of the mirror rippled, and then there she was, just as the book had described. Her hair had flooded with white, and her silver eyes shone like stars. Her cloak of the sky was wrapped around her shoulders, and the necklace her mother had given her hung around her neck.

She was running. From what, he didn’t know, but at the sight of her, after watching her and realizing she was real…or at least, she was real somewhere, he almost dropped the mirror. He took a long, labored breath. She was real. She was actually real. And she needed help.

***

Days passed. Adam tried not to watch her too often, but it was hard not to. She was real. She existed, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was someone or something after her. She always seemed to be rushed. She had quick meals in little taverns, and took cautious sleeps at haphazard inns. She carried very little and showed her face to very few, most often keeping hidden in her large cloak of the sky.

With her, she kept very few things. Aside from her cloak and necklace, all she had with her was a map, a worn leather book of stories, and a pouch of coins. There was something about the book with her. Adam knew it was important to her, but he didn’t know why.

Perhaps it was why someone was chasing her.

Again, I kind of want to do a series on this, so feedback would be awesome. I love you guys <3 

Imagine Making Out With Calum

A/N: Like… I saw a picture of him earlier and all I could think about was what it would be like to make out with him. Like he looked so innocent and cute and his lips were so damn plump. I feel like imma burst if I don’t write this out, so here we go lmaoo 


You couldn’t help but to admire your boyfriend from afar as he sat at the kitchen counter, scrolling on his phone. Sunday was usually one of the few days he had fully to himself, so the both of you spent this day lounging around the house if you could. The Māori looked cuter to you than normal today and you weren’t sure if it had something to do with the sweats that he was clad in or the messy curls adorning his head. Either way, you wanted to touch him. Bad. Your gaze soon fell over to one of your favorite assets on your boyfriend - his lips. They were always so plump and inviting, and the softness of them never ceased to amaze you. Your thoughts soon went south and you thought about the feel of them leaving marks along your skin as well as your core, but you pushed them away. You simply needed to kiss him was all, that was enough for you. At least until later. 

 You slowly made your way over to him and rest your hands onto his shoulders, getting him to turn on the swivel top of the chair. 

 "Whatcha doin’?“ You questioned him and continued running your hands along the front his body. You just loved the feeling of his toned body through his shirt. 

Calum looked up at you and gave you a small smile, locking his phone and setting it on the counter to give you his full attention. "Just scrolling through my twitter feed.” He sighed out.

 "Yanno,“ you started with a shy smile under his gaze,"you’re sitting over here looking all cute and stuff, and your lips just look so good." 

With a laugh, Calum allowed his hands to wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him and he said,” Oh, really?“ 

 "Mhmm.” You nodded your head and drew shapes onto his shoulder. 

 "Did you come over here for a kiss, princess?“ He asked you sweetly and you nodded with a giggle.

 He leaned up to give you a quick kiss and you poured your lips at him, letting him know that you wanted more. Calum then cupped your cheek and pulled you down to place his lips on yours once again, holding them against yours for a few moments longer. You pulled away and tilted your head to the other side to kiss him again, swiping your tongue across his bottom lip before he gave you entrance. The kiss was sweet and innocent, no lust partaking into the act as it usually always did. Soon enough Calum pulled away so that the two of you could gain air and stood to pull you into the living room. 

Once the naturally tanned boy had taken a seat, he tugged you to straddle his lap. "Are you comfortable?” He raised his eyebrow and you shook your head. 

After taking his hands from your waist and placing them on your plump butt, you sent a cheeky smile as you replied with,“Now I am." 

 Calum let out a laugh before you leaned down to kiss him again and dived straight into the tongue action. Calum had quickly taken control as he deepened the kiss, massaging your tongue with his. His hands had began to massage the supple skin of your butt and yours went to run through his fluffy curls. You had to hold yourself back from naturally rolling your hips against him. You didn’t want to turn him on, you didn’t want sex. You wanted what you had right at that moment, to simply make out with Calum would leave you satisfied until you couldn’t control you sexual urges anymore. You were in bliss already. The two of you made out for what seemed like hours before he finally pulled away deciding that he was satisfied for now as well.

 "I love you.” Calum grinned as he placed kisses to your collarbone, trailing them innocently to the cleavage of your breast.

 "I love you too, Cal.“ You sighed, placing a loving kiss to his forehead and rolling off to sit on the side of him, cuddling into his side as you questioned,"Movie?”

anonymous asked:

In one of your recent posts you called Chuuya a disappointment, I know you were mostly joking but honestly Chuuya's role (or lack thereof) has been pretty disappointing so far imo. I want to know what you think about his character and popularity. So sorry if this has already been asked.

I’ve covered a bit about Chuuya and the rest of Port Mafia in this post. About his character and personality, I have no new thoughts so you can check out some of what I’ve written here. As you can tell, I really like Chuuya, and while I don’t want him swallowing up everyone else in terms of screentime, given his surprising popularity I’m slightly miffed we haven’t been given any good side materials. Even better if there are no mentions of his ex-partner.

Okay, so let’s look back at 36.5. With no one else higher in the chain of command, we can assume that Chuuya has temporarily taken on the role of a commander for the mafia.They surround the building and are in prime position to attack, but once Chuuya hears that the ADA members have gathered together in one place with the intention to fight and hold them off, he decides to switch gears and prepare for a frontal assault.

What the hell Chuuya? You have numbers on your side! Why didn’t you position at least three or four men to guard the other exits? You had snipers at the ready, you had their paths blocked. Even if they escaped, someone could have sent out an alert to report the general direction of where ADA members were headed. What a great start.

(Another tactic, something horrible but one that should fit in with the mafia’s methods… After finding out where Fukuzawa is being treated, stealthily position mafia members inside the hospital, having them blend in as patients and medical workers. Have them keep their distance from the floor where Fukuzawa is in to avoid suspicion (after all, they’re up against detectives). Once everything is set, Chuuya could go and make that flashy entrance again, but this time they have members threatening to harm hospital staff if they don’t hand over Fukuzawa. This plan may or may not fail depending on how ADA would react, but it sure beats showing up at the front door and asking for a brawl.)

I also talked about how Chuuya could have at least looked around to find evidence of foul play when he faced off against Ranpo. Or at least, let us hear in his mind how he doesn’t feel right about the situation. That he charged in recklessly even if there was a false sense of security… You mean to tell me that despite years in the mafia, he still hasn’t honed a sharpened battle instinct to sniff out that something is wrong? Man, do they pick up executives by drawing straws? Maybe I could be one too?

On one hand, you could say this is consistent with how he is normally portrayed: brash, straightforward, and quick to anger. At the same time, in this dire situation and in his current position, you’d think Chuuya would stop and be more cautious when making his moves. Compared to Kunikida, Ranpo, Atsushi, Tanizaki, Kyouka and even Akutagawa, he has shown no resolve or strength of character in this arc so far, only running his big mouth and charging forward mindlessly. Frankly I’m not even hoping for much in the next chapters. Ranpo would be brilliant, of course, while we don’t know whether Chuuya will remain as utterly dull and disappointing as he is now. I guess for Mr Asagiri, Chuuya being ½ of soukoku is more than enough…


scanlation credit: Dazai Scans 

(SU) Courtship headcanons, pt 1

Courtship headcanons:
Because there is a sad lack of Blue Zircon/Yellow Zircon in this fandom
{Also known as Zirconshipping}

~*~

-Blue Zircon meets Yellow at her first court case
-It’s a small case, nothing serious: some pearl was impertinent, and her owner (an agate) is wondering if poofing her for a couple days is too extreme a punishment?
-But Blue is still /freaked/ about it
-its HER !!! FIRST !!! CASE!!!
-Blue gets put on Defense, and is given three hours to prepare her points
-She outlines them in one and spends the other two practicing
-When it’s time for the trial to start, she’s ready
-She delivers her opening statement as gracefully as she can
-She stresses the pressure put on pearls at work, mentions their useful contributions to Homeworld, and emphasizes just how apologetic this particular pearl is for her rudeness
-The Diamonds are (of course) not the judges
-A random zircon’s pearl-oriented case is hardly important for /them/ to make an appearance
-Instead, an obsidian is the one taking all these points into consideration
-At the end of Blue’s speech, she smiles, and even claps a bit
-Blue turns red with pride
-The pearl almost sobs in relief
-Then a cough is heard
-Blue looks to her left and sees the zircon representative for Prosecution
-She’s wearing a smug little grin that Blue will come to know as her trademark feature and is clasping her hands together politely
- ‘Your Honor, may I take the floor?’
'Of course’
-This new zircon, the yellow one, clears her throat
-Then launches into her argument
-Its full of contradictions and hyperboles and urges the obsidian monitoring the trial to put this pearl in her place immediately because we’ve had one rogue pearl before… what stops there from being another?
-In four swift paragraphs, she rakes Blue’s speech through the mud
-And wins
-The pearl is poofed, and the trial is concluded without another word being said
-After, Yellow approaches Blue
- 'You call that an argument? I’ve dealt with more challenging opponents in training’
-Blue is livid
- 'Y-you little–!!’
-Yellow just laughs
-Even when laughing she manages to smirk
- 'You little what? Come on, Blue, I thought we zircons were made to come up with things quickly’
-Blue is tempted to slap her
-Everything about Yellow oozes superiority, and she /hates it hates it hates it/
-Instead of answering, she pushes her and storms off
- 'I hope I never have to see /her/ again’
-Unfortunately, she does
-A lot
-Every other case seems to be with them on opposite sides
-And every other case ends with Yellow winning and jeering over her victory
-When Blue wins her first case, it’s like the world turned upside down
-She waits for Yellow outside after the case is over
-There’s no reason to, really, she just wants to see what she’ll do
-Will she still try and antagonize her? Will she have already left from another exit?
-Blue doesn’t know what to wish for
-When she spots Yellow, she hurries over to her
- 'H-hah!! I won!!! You lost and I won and take THAT!!!!’
-Yellow laughs
-And for once it seems kind of genuine??
- 'Yeah, you’ve improved a lot. We should practice our arguments together sometime’
-Blue is SH00K
- 'What? No! No way!’
'Why not?’
'You’re always mean to me!!’
-Yellow rolls her eyes
- 'I was re-affirming the fact that I was better than you. Technically, I still am. I’ve won four cases against you, you’ve won one’
'But–’
'Look, it’s your choice to take it personally. Do you want to meet up or no’
-After a moment of hesitation, Blue agrees
-She might hate Yellow, but she does want to know what makes her such a good lawyer
-Their first meet-up is two days later
-Yellow decides to first coach Blue in 'how to be less of a slowpoke in court’, because apparently Blue takes too long to think sometimes
-Blue doesn’t know if she should feel happy or offended Yellow noticed
-(She does put into operation the tips she’s taught though)
-In return, she shows Yellow how to turn the tables on someone when they least expect it
-They slowly start giving each other more and more tips
-Even if that means making their own lives more and more of a pain since they’re usually up /against each other/
-Yellow gives compliments very rarely, so when she does, Blue feels special
-Blue slowly finds Yellow’s confidence more endearing than annoying
-They start hanging out for un-work related things
-Sometimes its just to gossip
-Yellow is Gossip Queen™
-She keeps no one’s secrets from Blue
-She keeps /no/ secrets from Blue
-Well,,,, almost no secrets
-There’s one that she knows that, for better or worse, no one should discover, not even herself fully
-It’s the slow more-than-platonic feelings she’s getting for the constantly stressed and flustered dork known as Blue Zircon
-Blue Zircon feels the same way, obviously
-But both are way too loyal to Homeworld to act upon these feelings
-They’re secret LLL’s
-Lesbian Lawyers in Love

Preference: Being Insecure (Marauders)

Warnings: Self conscious, scars, disliking self

Requested: Yes

A/N: I TOLD YA!!!! Feel free to request prefs because it means I can write something nice but quickly so you guys get to read something :) Enjoy reading my loves!!xx

ALSO: Preferences are not on my masterlist but are under the hashtag ‘LuMaraudersTime’ So to find my preferences check that out (link to hashtag is on masterlist). 

He’d be having none of it. James would always list all the things he loved about you, from head to toe. Knowing the exact right thing to say, what tears meant (“these are face tears” *queue long list of face compliments*). Every time he saw you crying he’d add a new thing to the list, he’d make you list things, he’d write you little notes and leave them on your pillow or mirror. He made sure you knew just how gorgeous and perfect he thought you were, how kind, supportive and loving of him you were. But he was James, so every now and then there was a “I mean, you managed to get this gorgeous specimen, soo…”

Sirius would be kind of confused. He’d never felt self conscious himself and never, really, thought of others being self conscious. So, when he saw you sat in front of your mirror crying, it was a shock and a half. This perfect girl, who didn’t have a single flaw in or on her body, was crying because she thought she was ugly. He’d wrap his arms around you, whispering in your ear. Holding you so tightly it felt the world could never hurt you, whispering reassuring words in your ear. From that moment on he’d never fail to complement your appearance- whether it was date night (“well don’t you just look gorgeous”) or as you were dozing off to sleep (whispering “beautiful”). He never failed to make you feel beautiful.

Remus’ heart would break when he saw you shying away from the mirror. Looking away when you walked past in your undies to get your uniform, never quite catching the reflection. He had scars all over his body, he knew what hating your body felt like. But you’d helped him love his body, he could only do the same for you. He’d make a point to look at you and tell you every little thing he loved, tender kisses on your least favourite places and slowly making you stand in front of the mirror with him and allowing him to whisper ‘gorgeous’.

Peter would see you crying, tell you he agreed you looked ugly and tell you you’d look cuter with a flatter nose (y’know, like Voldemort).

Mad Love, Darling.

Originally posted by visual-17

pairing: psycho!wonwoo x psychologist!fem reader
words: 4078
warnings: violence, smut
a/n: thanks for request wedomaatter! the ‘’scenario’’ is nearly a fic with the length (oops!) but here ya go! when i read it i thought of joker x harley?? so im sorry if its not what you since i didnt really know how to write push and pull… and somehow smut ended up in it uhm.. yea

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