boy with long lashes

because we love our hogwarts boys.

give me hufflepuff boys; big hands and soft lips and ready to encase you with warmth and love whenever you’re in need. hufflepuff boys, strong and cheerful, but most of all kind and understanding, full of ideas and loveliness! hufflepuff boys with envious long lashes, fluttering as they send you a wink. give me hufflepuff boys who are fair and loyal, boys who aren’t afraid to love the weak and make a claim against all odds. hufflepuff boys who watch you sail away with your kite, apple-red cheeks and a soft curve to their lips. hufflepuff boys who are hardworking and dedicated, stopping at nothing to earn what they deserve. because hufflepuff boys deserve everything.

give me slytherin boys with blazing eyes; full of desire and the need for control. slytherin boys with mischievous grins, looking back at you in the dark while dragging you forward; your hand in theirs and you’re feeling fire. because slytherin boys are mysterious and beautiful and full of something you want to know better. because they are the children your parents warned you about. give me slytherin boys who are persistent and stubborn; constantly trying to prove a point, because they are compassionate and fighters. give me slytherin boys who want no more than a love to ground them to earth, to make them realize that they are wonderful, that they are not their parents. because beneath those plates of silver armor, there lies a battered, stitched heart. and all it takes is a single heart-beat to revive it.

give me gryffindor boys with darling, crooked smiles. gryffindor boys who run in the rain, laughing and shouting. give me gryffindor boys, making friends for life; trusting them in a second because all they want is another companion, another person to grow with. gryffindor boys who take strides in big lengths, trying to intimidate little ones but failing miserably as they trip over someone else’s steps. gryffindor boys with loud voices that fill up an empty room, storing memories that will never be forgotten. give me gryffindor boys with crushes left-and-right, falling faster than a raindrop from the sky. gryffindor boys who give their everything to feel happy. because gryffindors love with a love that was so much more than love.

give me ravenclaw boys with wide grins. ravenclaw boys who bite their lips so intently as they concentrate, it turns into a luscious red, ravenclaw boys with a million thoughts racing through their head, not a single second to spare before writing them down. because ravenclaw boys want to know everything, everything before it’s snatched away in an instant. give me ravenclaw boys who are shy and quiet, but are incredibly thunderous and competitive once their hearts are in play. incredible. ravenclaw boys who would rather spend their nights learning how to hatch a dragon than studying because it’s fascinating. ravenclaw boys who are wise and will give advice, without you asking. because ravenclaws are everything there is to being phenomenal.

carnivorousgekkou  asked:

Kat, I just re-read reverse (again. what I'm I doing with my life??) and now I ship Utakata and Shisui. Just. why brain. WHY??? But Utakata would fit Shisuis type so perfectly: pretty and deadly dangerous. And now I can't stop shipping them. whyyyyyyyy DDD:

“Cowards,” Shisui mutters, watching the desperate, terrified retreat of the Kiri squad. He keeps his eyes on the one with the Byakugan, just in case the man wants to try something, and the bastard shouldn’t have that eye in the first place, but since he does—

“They might be, but I’m not.”

On instinct, Shisui leaps, a shunshin whirling him out of the path of a bubble full of black ink that envelops the branch he was just perched on. With a hiss an a crackle, the bough snaps, dissolving like the ink is made of acid, and Shisui curses, flips in midair, and bounces out of the path of three more. He lands lightly on the mossy ground and sweeps his tantō out, deflecting three kunai in quick succession, and narrows his eyes at the Kiri jounin who steps out of the trees. He’s carrying a pipe and a bottle, dark hair falling across amber eyes, and his expression is set, hostile.

Pretty, Shisui thinks, and offers up a grin as he adjusts his grip on his tantō. “Hey, I’m not even doing anything. Is it illegal to take a stroll through the woods on a beautiful night now?”

The jounin regards him for a long moment, apparently trying to decide if he’s joking, and then snorts. “It is when you’re a Konoha nin in the middle of Water Country,” he retorts, and raises the pipe to his lips. One hard breath, chakra flaring around him like a blue-white nimbus, and bubbles stream out, fast-moving and thick enough to blind. Shisui doesn’t wait for them to reach him; he leaps forward, triggering a shunshin, feels the world blur to speeds that his Sharingan can only barely keep up with. A hard twist carries him right through the center of the swarm, just missing the bubbles as the swirl together, and he flips, sees amber eyes go wide just a second too late.

Shisui hits him feet-first with all of his weight, knocks the other shinobi right off his feet and slams him into the ground, knocking the pipe from his fingers. In an instant he has the blade of his tantō across the jounin’s throat, knees pinning his arms, and he grins at the surprise on that pretty face.

“Sorry,” he says, halfway between cheerful and mocking. “Usually I’d at least buy you dinner first, but since you were the one coming on to me—”

The other teenager twists, and Shisui has to throw himself to the side to avoid the foot that almost catches him in the head. His hand lashes forward, trying to get the jounin in the throat before the other can get away, but in a surge of sleek muscle the Kiri nin flips himself over, sliding out from under Shisui’s sword, and whirls around, leg snapping out in a hard kick. It catches Shisui right in the chest, knocks him back, and a blast of water sends him summersaulting ass over teakettle right back into a tree.

Oh, now that is not cool.

Even as the jutsu fades, Shisui leaps for the branches, shimmers away in a burst of chakra, and hits the Kiri nin in the back, looping an arm around his throat even as he shoves a knee into his spine. There’s a choked cry as the teenager stumbles forward, and Shisui fouls his feet, kicks the back of his knee to make it buckle, and drags him the rest of the way to the ground. His sword comes to rest across the jounin’s throat just as something sharp pricks his side, and Shisui freezes.

For a long moment, there’s perfect silence in the forest, only the sound of their breathing between the trees. Then Shisui glances down at the kunai resting above his kidney, looks up to where his tantō rests against the Kiri nin’s jugular, and says with all the lightness he can muster, “Well, I guess this one’s a draw.”

The Kiri nin makes a sound of faint amusement, leaning back a little further into Shisui’s hold to avoid the blade at his throat. “You’re good,” he says. “I can see why Ao ran.”

“But you didn’t,” Shisui observes, something close to curious. “And on that note, shouldn’t you have backup if you’re taking on a squad of Konoha nin?”

From his angle, he can just see the bittersweet slant of the other boy’s smile. “Backup is only for the shinobi they want to see return alive.”

Fuck. Shisui’s grip tightens on his tantō, though he doesn’t let the blade waver. “What,” he says, and it’s sharper than he intends it to be, closer to a demand than anything.

Long lashes dip, and the boy looks away, back towards the village. “I’m Utakata,” he says, like that explains everything. And then, when Shisui doesn’t react, he huffs out a breath that’s nearly irritated and says, “The Rokubi jinchuuriki.”

The smart thing to do would be to abandon ship, use a shunshin to get as far away as possible, or maybe beg for forgiveness and hope he can wiggle out of this alive. Jinchuuriki are easily the most powerful shinobi alive, and Shisui didn’t need to have Uzumaki Kushina as his jounin instructor to know that.

But—

“I think,” Shisui declares, and kind of distantly hopes he isn’t about to die a messy death, “that this calls for a kidnapping.”

There’s a moment of absolute silence.

What,” Utakata demands, and doesn’t quite jerk around to stare at Shisui, seeing as there’s still a sword at his throat, but the desire is there in the sharp twitch he gives.

Shisui can’t help himself; he laughs, relaxing his hold, and steps back. “I told you,” he says cheerfully, even as Utakata spins to face him. “I’d usually take you on a date before all the manhandling, but there’s not really a reason we can’t do it backwards, just this once. And besides, Konoha’s got another jinchuuriki but he’s just a kid, so it’s not like they’d turn you away if you wanted to join.”

“Join,” Utakata repeats, a little faintly. He’s staring at Shisui like he’s insane.

Shisui is honestly a little offended. “Well, it sounds like everything’s pretty shitty for you right now,” he says, and thinks it’s a pretty reasonable assumption to make. “Konoha’s big thing is teamwork, though. And even if we don’t always get it right, at least we try. And we’re not having genin execute each other in order to graduate, either.”

Utakata winces faintly at that, and he glances back over his shoulder, towards his village, and then looks at Shisui again. Shisui can practically see him wavering, and takes a step forward, spreading his hands. “Come on,” he says, “what’s holding you here?”

For a moment, Utakata closes his eyes. “My master,” he says, but his voice wavers slightly. “But—the Rokubi keeps talking to me, and Master Harusame is hiding something. I don’t—it’s confusing.”

Shisui is nowhere near being a good enough person not to capitalize on an opening like that. He takes a step forward, sliding his tantō back into its sheath, and reaches out, telegraphing the movement. Utakata doesn’t move away, though, and Shisui curls a hand around his elbow, steps close until he’s right in the jinchuuriki’s space. Shisui’s half a head taller, and he gives Utakata his most winning smile as he leans in, not quite looming, but—an invitation. Shisui can be smooth. Sometimes. Well, once in a very great while.

“Look,” he says, quiet enough that the words are a secret shared between them, “you deserve better.”

Utakata rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t pull away. “And you’re going to sweep me off my feet and carry me away to a better life,” he says dryly. “How heroic. Should I swoon now, or hold off until later?”

Oh, his mother is going to love that sense of humor. Shisui laughs, takes another half-step closer. “Either works for me,” he says. “I could totally toss you over my shoulder, too, and carry you away like that. At least a couple of goddesses get abducted like that, right?”

Utakata gives him an exasperated look, but turns slightly, looking towards Kiri again. “They’re not coming back,” he says, almost to himself.

Shisui listens, but he doesn’t hear any returning shinobi either, and his Sharingan can’t pick out any chakra signals near them. The Kiri squad is well and truly gone, and it makes something in Shisui’s chest curl, tight and unhappy.

“Isn’t it worth it to try?” he asks quietly. “If there’s even a vague chance you’d be happier in Konoha, isn’t that enough to take the risk?”

Utakata glances up at him, mouth pulling into an unhappy line, and then looks away. This time, though, Shisui isn’t so easily deterred. He catches Utakata’s chin in gentle fingers, urging him back around, and—

Maybe it’s the look on his face. Maybe it’s the way Shisui’s body is still humming with low-level adrenaline from the fight, from going head-to-head with a shinobi just as strong as he is, stronger than he is, and not having to hold back. Maybe it’s just that Utakata is gorgeous in the evening shadows, and Shisui’s self-control is best measured in negative numbers. Whatever the reason, though, he leans in and kisses that unhappy mouth, feels Utakata’s breath of surprise and then quiet sound of pleasure as he kisses back. Shisui steps in, curls a hand around Utakata’s hip, feels a hand settle on the nape of his neck, and it’s dangerous, sends even more adrenaline singing through him, makes everything better. The Rokubi jinchuuriki leans into his kiss, tightens a hand against his skin, kisses back like he’s going to drown and Shisui is his last chance of air, and it’s an impossibly heady thing.

“Oh gods,” Utakata breathes as they separate just enough to breath, and there’s a flush in his cheeks, a warmth in his eyes that wasn’t there a minute ago. “What the hell am I doing?”

“Getting kidnapped,” Shisui says, and couldn’t physically contain his grin even if he tried. His heart is trying to flutter up and out of his ribcage, and he’s almost giddy with the feeling of it. “I am a scoundrel and a terrible person and I’m going to kidnap myself a pretty jinchuuriki bride to have at my mercy.”

Utakata flushes darker, and tries but fails to muster up an indignant expression. “You’re awful,” he says, but there’s a smile on his lips, so Shisui thinks he can let the insult slide just this one.

“I’m perfect and wonderful,” he disagrees, and his hand slides down Utakata’s arm to tangle their fingers. “Come on, I hear they do emergency marriages in Yugakure. We can totally elope, and then Konoha has to take you in.”

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” Utakata says, his tone somewhere between wonder and horror. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and then shakes his head and looks up again. “I—Yugakure, you said?”

Shisui is a genius. Itachi is never allowed to insult his intelligence or his cunning ever again. He beams, looping an arm around Utakata’s waist and steering him towards the edge of the island, where his squad’s boat is hidden. “Definitely. My squad can totally be blackmailed into standing witness, too, so that’s that taken care of. Gods, you’re so pretty and this is perfect, you could totally break me in half and I love that, you’re so very much my type.”

“You’re really insane,” Utakata says, but it sounds like he’s about to laugh, so Shisui counts it as a win either way.

Teddy Lupin x Reader: My Girl

AN: I have never written for the new generation of Hogwarts kids, nor do I really follow their personalities or plot devices. I haven’t read Cursed Child, and not sure if I plan on it in the future. But this was fun to write, and I kind of made up my own ideas of what I think the newer generation would be like, so I hope you enjoy this and forgive any discrepancies. 

Request: @whovianaurthor

Warnings: Very small blood mention

Y/N found Teddy Lupin breathtaking. He smelled sweet, like bubblegum, and his lips were a blushed shade of bitten red. He had long, brown eyelashes that seemingly swept others away, and for someone who had ruler-straight teeth, his smile was perfectly crooked. While his hair would be a different shade by the hour, Y/N liked it best as a cool-toned gray or shocking pink. It made his hazel eyes practically pop out of their sockets.

Y/N was quite a looker herself. She had beautiful y/h/c locks, and a cute button nose. Her laughter was like a windchime tinkling in the breeze. Y/N’s eyes were warm and full of life, and when she grinned, little crows feet crackled on the top of her cheeks. Her skin was smooth, and she was a vivid, but kind soul – always helping others get back on their feet when they fell.

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Inktober x Sasuke Week 2017

Day 7 ; free day - in which Sasuke is now a K-pop idol cause I watched EXO’s Power today…

anonymous asked:

Can I request an imagine with 69 and 7? Thank you very much ❤❤

Prompt request: “You have approximately 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kill you.” + “Can I kiss you?”

Pairing: Taehyung/Reader

Genre: Humour + Fluff

Summary: You arrive at the convention with your best cosplay yet–Cardcaptor Sakura. Only, you weren’t expecting a new rival in the form of Kim Taehyung.

Word count: 1k words

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

You walked into AnimeCon with a confident smile on your face. This year, you had decided to cosplay as Cardcaptor Sakura, paying homage to your first beloved anime series. It was probably your best cosplay yet. You had spent weeks sewing the school uniform (you didn’t have the resources nor the skill to make the pink dress).

A few hours into the convention, you were taking pictures with a small crowd of people. A girl around your age stepped forward, her eyes widening in recognition.

“Are you Y/N?” she asked excitedly, at which you nodded. “I follow you on Instagram!”

“Wow, really?” you exclaimed, smiling back at your apparent fan. “That’s awesome! I’ve never actually met any of my followers.”

“Yeah, I’ve been a longtime fan,” she replied. “Do you know the cosplayer Taehyung? He goes by V.”

“No, I haven’t heard of him before,” you said, fiddling with the stuffed Kero toy in your hands. “Is he popular?”

“Yeah, I’d say. And he’s really cute,” the girl explained with a cheeky grin. “He’s here, actually. And I’m pretty sure he’s cosplaying Syaoran.”

“Oh, cool! I’ll go look for him and maybe we can take pictures,” you laughed, perking up at the prospect of meeting a cute boy (who liked anime).

“He’s wearing the school uniform, too!” the girl informed you. Her friend gestured to her camera impatiently, and the two of you hurried to pose for the picture. The flash blinded you momentarily, and you prayed that you didn’t blink.

The girl ran off with her friend, waving goodbye as she left. Eventually, the small crowd around you dispersed, and you were left with nothing else to do. Shrugging, you figured you would look for this Taehyung character.

You strolled past numerous vendors, wandering aimlessly through the second level of the convention. As you were nearing one of the back corners, you noticed a group of girls circling someone who was very tall.

As you approached, you could see a boy wearing the same uniform as you–minus the skirt. If this was Taehyung, the girl was right. He was very cute. The boy had long, dark eyes rimmed by sweeping lashes. His nose was pointed and high, his smile was rectangular and endearing. In short, he was model-worthy.

You reached the front of the crowd, and Taehyung’s gaze landed on you. His eyes sparked in recognition, then flashed in anger.

“You!” he barked, pointing a long finger in your direction. “You have approximately 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kill you.”

“Excuse me?” you asked, taken aback by the boy’s sudden rudeness. The girls around you were, too, and they fell into a stunned silence.

“There can only be one Sakura,” Taehyung continued solemnly. He paused, looking at the blank expressions on the people around him. His voice took on an extremely offended tone. “Wait, did you all think I was Syaoran?”

“I mean…yes,” you admitted. “The school uniform is identical except for the skirts and pants.”

“Fuck, I knew I should have worn the skirt,” he muttered, mostly to himself. Taehyung looked down at his cosplay with a crestfallen expression on his face.

You understood his sorrow. Making a cosplay was a trying an arduous process, and it seemed like Taehyung thought his efforts were in vain.

“Hey, it’s still a cool cosplay,” you said, stepping forwards and patting Taehyung’s shoulder companionably. “Syaoran’s a good character, too.”

“I guess,” Taehyung pouted, adjusting his cap sheepishly.

“Wait, oh my god!” someone from the crowd squealed. “Can I take a picture of the two of you together? Sakura and Li were my first ship ever!”

A few other people voiced their support at this idea, whipping out their cameras. You looked up to Taehyung to gauge his response. He shrugged at the girls and looked down at you.

“You up for it?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s fine with me,” you replied. That was why you came to look for him, anyway.

“I’m Taehyung, by the way. Sorry I was mean to you earlier,” he apologized, a faint blush appearing on his tanned cheeks. “You make a better Sakura than me, anyway.”

“I’m Y/N,” you smiled. “And it’s fine. But you make a very pretty Sakura, too.”

Taehyung laughed at this, his rectangular grin returning to his face. Suddenly, his genuine smile transitioned into a mischievous one.

“Ready?” he asked the growing crowd, to which they all raised their cameras. Taehyung turned back to you, determination in his eyes.

Suddenly, you were suspended in the air. Squealing, you clung to Taehyung’s shoulders as he lifted you bridal style from off the ground. He laughed at your surprise, opting to keep his gaze fixed on you instead of the flashing cameras in front of you.

“Hey, want to make these photos even better?” Taehyung asked cheekily.

“It depends on what you’re suggesting,” you countered apprehensively, feeling a bit flustered by Taehyung’s close proximity. You could confirm he was even more handsome up close.

“Can I kiss you?” he chirped, not seeming embarrassed at all.

“I-I, you, k-kiss!?” you spluttered, feeling your cheeks burn. You wanted to die at your response to a fairly tame suggestion–what were you, twelve? Composing yourself, you cleared your throat and continued calmly, “Yeah, I guess.”

Taehyung smirked and his eyes glinted dangerously. As he leaned down, you squeezed your eyes shut. There was nothing for a moment, but then his lips met yours.

It was fleeting, but in that moment, time slowed. Taehyung’s lips were oh so soft, lingering above yours for a second once the kiss ended. You opened your eyes slightly, met with the sight of Taehyung looking down at your lips.

Around you, girls were squealing and cameras were clicking, but the noises faded and all you could focus on was the boy who was carrying you.

“That was nice,” Taehyung decided, setting you back onto your feet. “Let’s do that more often.”


The next year, you and Taehyung went to AnimeCon together. You decided to cosplay as another Sakura, this time from Naruto. Taehyung went as Sasuke, and together, you were SasuSaku: the Realest Ship™.

It was a big hit–mostly because of the great chemistry between you and Taehyung. That year, there were more staged kisses (and many more spontaneous ones).

- Girl in Luv

Can you guys tell that I’m the nerdy one? I channeled my inner weab for this. Been suppressing it since 2012. Those were some dark times…I know Tae’s a weab too, so I’ve been waiting to write that into a story. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this nerdy-ass imagine! Happy reading 💛

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for  @elias21babybull as part of the #BabyBullFest. 

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Elias loses his virginity in the back of a car that smells like pencil shavings and fresh rain to a boy with chocolate curls and a cherry blossom mouth.

Elias meets Adam for the first time at the library, and immediately puts his foot in his mouth.

“I’m only waiting for my brother, I’ve read most of the books in here already,” Elias insists to the boy, the strange teenager dressed in a pale pink sweater with a pretty white bow on the collar. Elias thinks he’s doing the boy a favor at first, because no one must speak to the boy very often. He dresses very strange and looks more like a girl than a boy. Elias is doing the boy a favor, yes.

But the boy just blinks up at him with long, curling lashes that flutter without him even trying, and Elias thinks he must have a lot of friends, he’s so pretty. “Are you Gabriel’s older brother?” His voice is high and sweet, like liquorice candy and melted caramel. “The one who fought Sven Irlin in the courtyard last week?”

Elias’s chest puffs out, ready to set the record straight. “He hit me first, he’s a horrible boy. I won easily, even though he had three friends. No, it was five. No, ten! I beat them all!”

“Well, Gabriel certainly is lucky,” says the boy. “He must be very proud to have a strong brother like you.” Those lashes swoop down, shy and sweet, and Elias would’ve been flattered had he not seen the boy’s smile.

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A Raven Among Crows: Part 1

Originally posted by rhaegarlyanna

You’re a woman disguised as a man at The Wall, but no one knows.


Part two 

(Y/M/N)= Your Male Name

(Y/A)= Your Age or whatever age you want it to be


“Open the gates!” a man yells.

You looked up at The Wall, stretches beyond the eye can see. You are wearing trousers, boots and a long shirt, you manage to bandage your breasts so it looks like you are flat chested, your hair is in a bun with a few strains peaking out, along with your baby hairs blowing in the wind from the cold icy air. 

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@marami38: If you’re still taking prompts for this weekend I think it would be fun to see them in the future.  Maybe it’s their 20th or 25th wedding anniversary and they’re getting ready for a family gathering at the pub. Talking and reminiscing about some of their happiest moments and remembering some of their worst moments and how eventually it was the worse moments that helped make them even stronger.

On a side note, I just wanted to say how much I LOVE your work and A Different Kind of Love is one of my faves, as a matter of fact I think I might just re-read that this weekend :)


first of all, thank you so much for your lovely words about ‘a different kind of love’ and second of all i am so sorry that it’s taken so long for me to get to writing this for you. it’s by no means amazing but i enjoyed looking at robron this way and writing them in the future like this, hope you enjoy it <3




Robert’s tie is crooked and he’s trying to put it right, failing a little and then he feels his husband’s presence in the room almost immediately. 


He hears Aaron let out a little tut and then he’s walking towards him. 


“You and your flipping ties.” Aaron says, comes closer and then he’s fixing the tie that Robert’s knotted foolishly in his haste. 


Robert looks up at him and Aaron smirks at his husband. Robert’s heart flutters as he looks at the man he loves more than anyone in the world. 


After all this time. Still. Still I get butterflies when I look at you.‘ 


“What ya looking at?” Aaron urges, finishing with the tie and then looking up at Robert. He’s aged so well, his eyes are still so green and bright despite the wrinkles around them, around his mouth too. He’s paler too, slower in his movements but it’s understandable after they all realised that his lungs were acting up, an aftershock of the shooting all those years ago that caused lasting damage. 


Robert’s eyes flutter a little, freckles still scattered across his face as he ducks his head and looks at Aaron. His Aaron, that still remains, after everything. He’s shorter, wispy grey curls, lines on his forehead but God he’s so beautiful, he’s still so beautiful.


“You.” Robert shrugs before grabbing Aaron by the waist and kissing his neck. It still works. It still makes Aaron almost melt into his arms and roll his head back, laughter filling the room. 


“We need to go downstairs.” Aaron whispers, close and warm and right into Robert’s ear. “We’ve got a whole party waiting down there.” He says, feels the need to smile as he speaks, as he thinks about their family downstairs, balloons everywhere, catering courtesy of April and Marlon. 


“Let’s tell them to go home.” Robert moans, he’s such a kid and Aaron has to slap at his chest lightly. 


“It’s our anniversary.” Aaron says, pretending to be annoyed and then Robert winces a little at the slight pressure applied to his chest by Aaron. “Sorry, did I hurt ya?” Aaron’s voice is dangerously worried and Robert presses a kiss to Aaron’s lips. 


“Just getting on a bit aren’t I.” Robert’s reminded as Aaron strokes his arm playfully. 


“Good thing I’m still interested in ya then eh.” Aaron’s good at this now, so good at making Robert not feel like shit for getting older, for getting past it like Liv likes to tease him about.


Robert’s eyes are all watery suddenly and Aaron frowns. “What’s wrong?” He says softly. “Rob?” He adds, feels worry race through him.


Twenty five years.” Robert whispers, he can’t believe it. He can’t believe that their lives have flashed before his eyes and now he’s standing here, dressed in a suit and tie, with his family all downstairs ready to celebrate such a milestone. "I didn’t think we’d get here.“ He admits.

Aaron’s eyes go all soft. “I did.” He says. “I always knew you’d be the one for me, that you’d end up just being it for me.“ 


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Frat Boy (Part 11)

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Summary: Dean and reader reach the last night of their month long bet. However Dean has an idea for another one…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

@dancingalone21 @daydreamingintheimpala @pulgapelayo18@perpetualabsurdity  @jessiedangerous @charliebradbury1104 @squirels-angels-and-moose @imma-fcking–nerd@everyday-supernatural-af

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 5,217

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: I really love this part…


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anonymous asked:

Quick question! How do you make your male edits look so nice??? Like, I can't edit tda miku face without it still looking like a girl or a small kid. Just curious...

AW MAN WELL i have a tutorial on how i make face edits from tda in general here: http://jjinomu.tumblr.com/post/156018040010/can-u-ever-teach-us-the-how-u-edit-tda-faces-and

but i suppose ur asking directly about my male face edits so i’ll give u some tips on how i personally do my more male faces??? (keep in mind my male faces actually look pretty feminine but i just like it more like that yknow its probably why u think they look nice, bc they r basically female faces but also not at the same time)

#1: first off before u edit, debate on the use of eyelashes- most people are automatically drawn to NO EYELASHES = MALE, but that’s not necessarily the case- in fact i like to add eyelashes on all my male edits (be it one or two or even the standard three eyelashes of tda miku) bc it just adds character and a sense of beauty???? and besides males have longer lashes than females (one of my highschool friends had really pretty long lashes and he was ur typical highschool boy); so before you choose to remove or round off your eyelashes completely, think to urself if it’ll actually enhance your edit rather than make it feminine because eyelashes =/= feminine (even though it’s been typically associated as such)

#2: a big difference between my male/maturefemale face edits and female/younger face edits is that the eyes are a lot smaller. play around with the size (and of course shape) of the eyes!!!! remember that angular =/= masculine (as seen with dex’s eyes), softness =/= feminine (as seen with kaito and meitos) so choose to experiment with both!!! 

#3: PUPIL SIZE!! play around with the pupil size, the pupil is a lovely thing!!!! generally, the bigger the pupil, the more doe-eyed the model will look as opposed to the smaller, the more sly/mature/mysterious!!! so if your face edit looks a tid more doe-eyed, try reshaping the pupil into perhaps a cateye??? for a sly-er look, or even just making it smaller to fit within the boarders of the eye itself, heck even if you have smaller pupils, it can still pull off a more gentle pastel look as well!! (yuzuki yukari genderbend, rinto)

note: remember, different pupil sizes suit different models, so if urs looks wonky as fuk, dont be afraid to completely 180 it!!!

#4: E Y E B R O W S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! eyesbrows are SOO NECESSARY, experiment with your eyebrows like crazy, generally (for my male face edits) they have thicker eyebrows in comparison to female (but even for my ladies, some have thick eyebrows) and the eyebrows are a lot more close to the eye (rinto), rather than sitting in the middle of the forehead (meiko sakine). alternate the shape of the eyebrows!!! most of my male face edits have a more sharper, serious shape, while my females have a more “cheerful/soft” setting!! (however, with vy2′s face as below, its straight but its also suits so dont be afraid of that shit idk)

#5: the FINAL and most important tip i can give u is play with the face shape, generally, male faces are a lot more squarish and a sharper U shape, while feminine and younger faces are a lot rounder or V shaped

a lot of the above examples i provided have that first sharper-U-shaped face, which differs them from my female faces

SERIOUSLY IDK MAN i kinda lost my train of thought like halfway through but basicaly in the end my male face edits r basically all my female edits except perhaps a little longer lbr

hope some of that helps at least HAHAHA

also P.S play with ur eyelid crease, i tend to make my eyelid crease hella long for style but yknow it just looks nice longer i think

PPS OR PSS IDK: USE REFERENCES, LOok at references ALWAYS they help a loooot more, don’t try and imagine ur eyeshape or face shape, look at an anime boy or smth and u’ll get there!!!!

Here's a throwback

Remember how Daehyun’s matoki, Kekemato is a boy, pink and pretty with long lashes, almost like a girl so he goes around wearing a black suit like everyone else with a grey mask so he looks like a ‘normal’ male matoki. Yeah. Just a random throwback aye.

Originally posted by gurupopcom