Anakin: [text] morning 😘
Obi-Wan: Good morning, Anakin. Any particular reason you felt the need to text me? Anakin: welllllll i heard some news u might be interested in Obi-Wan: Is that so? Anakin: yep Obi-Wan: Let me guess: all my meetings cancelled for today, because of an unexpected issue with appointment calendars for members of the Jedi Council. Anakin: YES how did u know??? i heard windu got sent off to tatooine by accident this morning thats too bad Anakin: the sand is really annoying this time of year too Obi-Wan: Right. And obviously you would know nothing about who hacked their calendars. Or why mine just has hearts as my “appointment” for the next four hours. Anakin: nope Obi-Wan: And you figure that, since I’m sitting in the kitchen right now, I could also be making pancakes while I’m over here. Now that I have nothing to do today. Anakin: omg that is so sweet of u to offer
💛 💚 💙 💜 thank u Obi-Wan: And you couldn’t possibly have walked all the way from the bedroom to the kitchen to talk to me right now. Obi-Wan: Anakin, I can SEE you peering through the doorway into the hall. Anakin: im pretty sure im coming down with something [Anakin coughs dramatically and very loudly from the other room] Anakin: can u hear that its so bad Anakin: i should probably just stay here for my own safety Obi-Wan: Right. Anakin: also can u bring me an extra blanket i wanna build a sweet blanket fort Anakin: thank goodness u have the day off now because i am going to need a lot of things Obi-Wan:
🙄 Can I go make the pancakes now?
There are a lot of people thinking the other guy in my latest Altean!Lance drawing is Keith… I have to dissapoint you.
This is all part of an au (no fic is planned, I just like to doodle) in which there was already a 2nd generation of Paladins and Altean!Lance (he’s also Alluras Brother) is the blue one and the red one is his boyfriend/fiancé. He dies obviously. Lance survives just like Coran and Allura and when Keith and the others show up… well he’s not too happy to see Keith in the place of his former Partner. They’ll find a way with each other eventually ;)
Do you remember that scene in the trailer where Magnus fought some guy who looked incredibly like Victor?
I think Alec was injured and Magnus wants to heal him but he’s a warlock so Victor don’t want him to come to the Institute (and to Alec). And Magnus threatens him (because nobody is allowed to stay between him and his dying boyfriend obviously) and then goes to heal Alec what we can see on this pic
It’s probably going to be a plotline from the books, I guess
EXO’s Reaction when you tell them they give you butterflies in your stomach
*Would laugh it off first because that was so sudden. But then a small smile would creep onto his face as he comes near you and wraps his arms around you ever so gently.*
“Aww, baby…You give me butterflies too.”
*Would laugh first and when he sees your face, he’d try his best to stop them but he can’t because he found it so random how you tell him these things.*
“Oh stop it you~ No, I’m not still laughing…”
*He’d become so shy. You can see the pinkness rising to his cheeks as he held them all the while grinning.*
“Ohhh, you’re too sweet, darling. You’re being too adorable.”
*Being a cheeky boy as always. Your words would shock him at first but he quickly changed the shock with a small cocky smile*
“I’m your boyfriend, obviously I should give you butterflies. How can you not get butterflies from looking at me?”
*Full blown laughter the moment you told him. He’d have a good minute of laughter before he engulfed you into a hug (while still giggling of course)*
“Do I? Will you say that again?”
*Immediately started acting cute. He’d tackle you into a hug before you even ended your sentence and then leaning in close to your face. Just when you thought you two would kiss, he pulled back with a cheeky smirk.*
“Well…does this give you butterflies?*
*Shy shy shy. He’d be smiling for over five minutes. He’d give you that look like how Eugene looks at Rapunzel. With love and care and overall hugging you in his mind because he can’t express his love very well.*
“Will you…will you say that one more time?”
*Jongin would low-key switch into Kai. He’d run his hand through his hair and tilt his head to the side as he grinned.*
“Yeah? Wanna tell me what else I give you, hmm?”
*Burst into laughter for a full 2 minutes before sitting back down with a cheeky smirk on his face*
“Of course, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t give you butterflies in your stomach?”
-Hey guys, I hope you like this one, it was pretty cute. I’m only taking reaction requests at the moment. -Guys, there will be a post tomorrow but it might be a little bit late. I’ve been having a tough time lately, please understand if tomorrow’s post isn’t good.
John cheated on Mary by texting another person behind her back. Sherlock implies that he has done this, too. He sometimes texts The Woman. But, why would texting The Woman similar to what John did? Why would that be cheating? Because John is his de facto boyfriend, obviously.
Here we’re being explicitly told that emotional involvement without physical intimacy is a romantic entanglement. John and Sherlock are deeply emotionally involved. Just like John cheated on Mary, Sherlock sometimes cheats on John with The Woman (by flirting with her).
This idea is reinforced by having John stand under, ‘the horns’, at Baker Street. To, ‘put the horns’, on somebody means to cheat on them.
I’m like 100 percent sure Dan would be the boyfriend to know all the little things about you and the relationship….
“Hi!” You cheered towards the camera propped up on your tripod, “Welcome back to my channel. Today, if you can’t tell, is the boyfriend tag! Obviously, I need my boyfriend-”
You stopped talked, waiting for Dan to pop up from out of frame and smile. But he didn’t instead he sat on the floor grinning up at you with his overly excited smile.
He cheekily crawled around your feet, so he was sat right in front of the camera just below the frame.
As you started to speak, he let out a low sush. Slowly and then quickly standing up with his face in the camera, “Hi!”
Dan fell back onto you with laughter. Although he was crushing you allowed him to continue.
“Dan,” you grumbled, “move you’re crushing me.” Shoving him lightly, he rolled over onto he bed beside you and sat grinning at the camera.
“Anyway..” you huffed, “The boyfriend tag has fifteen questions. So let’s see how good you are at this. The first question,” you glanced down at your phone, “What’s my full name?”
Without even thinking Dan shouted, “Y/F/N, but you preferred to be called Y/N/N.”
He grinned at you, knowing he got that right.
“Easy question. Next one, when did we first meet?”
“January third, two thousand and fourteen.” Your heart started to flutter, “It was at the little coffee shop downtown. I remember you were with Jack and Dean, you wore this blue tank top and it was really cold so I gave you my jumper.”
Stunned. Abbsalotly stunned, were you? Dan had remembered every moment of the first time meet.
“And bonus,” Dan grinned lacing his hand through yours, “The jumper I gave you is the same one you have on right now.”
It was true. You hadn’t realized it before, but the (you decided what jumper) you had put one this morning was, in fact, the first thing he gave to you.
“What was the first time you asked me out?” You stumbled over the words.
“You consider the coffee shop our first date. But I consider the time we went to see big hero because I kissed you.” Dan’s voice was lower than normal as he brought up the moments you almost forgot, “It’s not the first date unless the guy kissed the girl.”
“When we started dating?”
You leaned your head on Dan’s shoulder. Honestly, this video was turning out to be sentimental that you had thought. You would never have thought Dan would remember these details.
“February third!” He laughed, “I would never have got the courage to ask you out if I hadn’t noticed I was in love with you.”
“What,” you mumbled. You’ve been with dan for two years now and never heard him say he loved you. It was always I adore you.
“Bonus clip for just us, Y/N. When was the first time I said I loved you.” He whispered into your ear, “I love you.”
can i just point out that Dex and Nursey switched colors?
my sweet son Chowder is sporting some awesome Sharks fan gear as always but my little hot head Dex and adorable chill Nursey are wearing colors so unusual for them
while their clothing in the comic was mostly neutral the fandom came to the quick conclusion that according to the red-blue-gays-theory (a scientifically proven theme throughout fiction) Dex would represent red while Nursey represents blue
besides his hair, eyes and his often fiery temper, some warm-color-scheme flannels, and his tool box (idk, but it’s red), and the Samwell republican sticker (i hope it’s gone now) Dex is assigned red
Nursey who is chill (get it? chill as in cold as in cold colors? no? okay) the super stylish vest, that beanie that somehow ended up with Dex (they’re totally dating, cute boyfriends stealing clothes) so obviously Nursey is blue
but in this extra they switched colors
Dex is wearing a more laid back pale blue sweater while Nursey is sporting a bright red hoodie
Hi! Could you do a smut one based off of joes new video where he was “sexually attracted to furniture” like he was actually sexually frustrated after and took it out on you
You had no idea where Joe got the idea for such a weird ass video. You had no idea what Jack was thinking when he wrote out the scenarios for Joe, Conor, and Josh to act out. All in all, true to the title of his video, this was the weirdest video you had ever witnessed.
You could watch Josh be a girl who had just gotten her period and you could watch Conor turn into a butterfly, but as soon as Joe was sexually attracted to furniture, you had an issue. It looked like he was having an issue too. Obviously, your boyfriend wasn’t actually sexually attracted to furniture, but you knew he had been sexually frustrated since the boys arrived right as you went to palm him through his pants during your make out session.
As soon as he threw his shirt over his head, you had to squeeze your thighs together. Why were you putting yourself through the torture of watching him behind the camera? The moans that were falling from his mouth were causing your heart to race and your mind to wander. He kept making eye contact with you as he humped the chair, ran his fingers through his hair, or let out an especially loud moan. You couldn’t even focus on what issue Conor was supposed to have. You couldn’t even laugh along with Josh. You couldn’t sit still and it was getting harder and harder to maintain a poker face.
“What are you doing?” Josh asked as Joe went to kiss the chair Josh was sitting on. “He’s, he’s so into this.”
As soon as the video ended, Joe made up some far fetched reason why the boys had to leave. You didn’t know how Josh and Conor fell for it, but they left immediately. As soon as they were out the door, Joe locked it and grabbed you by the waist. “Honestly (Y/N), fuck,” he groaned, pressing his lips to your neck. “That was fucking torture.”
“How do you think I felt?” you said, your words coming out no louder than a breath of air. “Watching you like that and not being able to do anything about it.” Joe was practically thrusting his hips against yours as the two of you were standing up in the middle of the living room.
“Okay, I can’t talk anymore,” Joe said. “I’m literally about to bust a nut just, fuck-” He groaned as you were now pressing your lips against his neck, trailing up and down his jaw line. Joe grabbed you by the waist and walked with you into the bedroom, practically throwing you on the bed. He pulled your t shirt over your head, reaching around your body to pull your bra off of you. As soon as your chest was exposed to him, his lips sucking on your skin.
“Joe,” you groaned loudly, lifting your chest closer to his lips. You could feel him pressing his hips against yours and you needed to remove the clothing between the two of you. You pulled Joe’s shirt over his head, then immediately unbuckled his trousers and pulled them down his legs. He pulled away only long enough to kick his trousers off of his body. He continued to grind his hips into yours, the only thing separating the two of you being the skin of your underwear and his. “Joe,” you said again. “Stop teasing.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he mumbled, kissing your lips forcefully. As soon as he pulled away, he tugged your panties down your legs. He kissed your pelvic bone, down your thighs, and back up again to where you wanted him the most. He placed a single kiss to your folds, causing you to shiver. He then pulled his boxers off, revealing his throbbing dick. He let out a groan of relief as soon as he was unrestricted and he immediately lined himself up against you. He teased you slightly, rubbing his tip against your opening before thrusting into you.
“Fuck,” you called out immediately, your back arching up the bed. He wasn’t taking any time with you. He was thrusting in and out of you quickly, placing hickeys along your chest. Your nails were digging into his back, causing him to let out loud moans mixed with calling out your name.
“Joe, I’m close,” you said, your toes curling and your hips thrusting up to meet his.
“God, so am I,” he said, his teeth sinking into your skin as he sucked and left another bite. “Together, baby. Hold on a little longer.”
“Joe,” you almost whimpered, your nails leaving marks along his upper back.
“Alright babe,” he said, blowing hair out of his face. “3, 2, 1.”
The two of you finished together, out of breath and Joe a little sweaty. You reached up and brushed some of his hair away from his forehead. He smiled and placed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. He pulled out of you and sat beside you on the bed. You sat up just enough so you could lay your head on his upper chest. “Sexually attracted to furniture, yeah?” you teased after a few moments of silence.
“Shut up,” he laughed. “That was so fucking weird.”
“Yeah well, it turned out alright for me,” you said.
“Yeah,” he chuckled, “me too.”
You turned and reached up to place a kiss to his lips which lingered a bit longer than you intended, but you hardly minded. You placed your hand on his cheek as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You scooted closer to him, sitting gently on his lap. “You drive me crazy, (Y/N),” Joe mumbled against your lips.
jack asking if it would be ok to tell his parents about them is so important like a) he’s giving bitty an out if he’s not ready, b) he asked first and didn’t just do it without consulting his boyfriend beforehand, they’re obviously communicating a lot better about important things now, and c) he’s not asking bitty to come out to his own parents for him
I can understand and respect he doesn’t want to be a pestering, and clingy boyfriend. But obviously after what we just went through together, I am not even close to thinking he is being to much.If anything, like my Candy said I could just talk to him for hours ♥
Author’s note: No prompt sorry!! Because of the new announcement and the fact that I’ve been wanting to write MakoHaru again for a while uuuughhh pls forgive me
Summary: Haru wants Makoto’s attention.
Word count: 1k
Two weeks, eighteen hours and fifteen minutes.
That was how long it had been since their last kiss and Haru’s left eyebrow wouldn’t stop twitching.
Obviously his boyfriend had his reasons: exam week. He had four exams coming up starting next week and had already started reviewing three weeks ago like the good student he was. Haru had been watching him stress in those said weeks, offering massages, movie nights and of course, swim dates, but Makoto would decline every time with an apologizing smile, because, “I’m studying, Haru. Sorry.”
At some point Haru stopped asking him and decided to lay on his bed, texting Rin and the others, playing around with apps and —more often than not— watching Makoto write. This was the only way he’d get to hang out with him and since Makoto didn’t particularly mind, this became their routine.
Haru would enter Makoto’s dorm, completely wet from practice, take a shower, change (sometimes he’d borrow one of Makoto’s shirts but whatever) and join him in his room. It was nice to spend time together in silence, but Haru really started missing his daily dose of affection.
Why was this a thing?
Usually he wasn’t all about cuddling, hugging, smooching and all that mushy relationship stuff, but Makoto’s hugs were nice and warm, his kisses were soft and tender, his mumbled words were sweet and caring and god, this was killing him. He had grown used to it because Makoto had been doing these things every single day for the past three years, and here he was, longing for some attention like a drug addict.
It was one of those days again; Haru watching Makoto study from the corner of his eye and about to go grab a snack from the kitchen when an idea popped into his head. From his position he could see a patch of the skin of Makoto’s lower back as his shirt had ridden up just a tiny bit. It was enough to bare the dip and a glimpse of his boxers.
After blinking three times, Haru put his phone down on the pillow, slowly got up and walked over to the chair. As expected Makoto was so absorbed in his work that he hadn’t noticed a thing, which kind of made Haru doubt his future actions, especially since he knew how jumpy the other could be.
Oh, well. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
He lifted one single finger and lightly ran it over the revealed skin.
The loudest shriek he had ever heard echoed through the small room and Makoto nearly leaped out of his chair if he hadn’t grabbed the edge of his desk. He looked up at Haru over his shoulder, glasses balancing on the edge of his nose, cheeks flushed and mouth open in shock.
“H-Haru! You know I’m ticklish!”
“I know,” Haru answered dully. “That’s why I did it.”
His response sounded like that of a sad puppy. “Is there something you want?”
“For you to take a break.”
“Ah… I can’t. I gotta finish this chapter. No, wait!”
Haru’s patience had officially left the building so he firmly grabbed Makoto’s waist with both hands and started squeezing. Since Makoto had pretty much grown immune to tickling due to his constant play fights with his brother and sister, Haru knew he had to catch him off guard if he wanted to get a reaction and go for his worst spots right away.
Poor Makoto was rocking back and forth in his chair, trying to grab Haru’s wrists while letting out one bark of laughter after another, accompanied with several snorts and yips. Most of the time their tickle fights were one-sided in which Makoto would have the upper hand, so Haru knew the tables could turn any minute and he had to be fast and thorough.
And so, Haru wormed his hands under the sweater Makoto was wearing and started fluttering his fingertips all over his back. This had Makoto literally screaming with laughter and his entire body jumping in synch with every little movement Haru’s fingers made, head thrown back against Haru’s chest and lips stretched into one of the silliest grins he had ever seen.
Haru was absolutely enthralled by the crinkles around Makoto’s eyes, the dimples in his cheeks and most of all his gorgeous laughter. The low and short chuckles he was used to were nothing compared to the cute high-pitched laughter Haru was hearing right now. Now that he thought about it, this was probably the first time Haru had ever gotten such a good look at his face during a tickle fight.
Poor Makoto was forever failing at getting a hold of Haru’s hands as they kept switching places, which was one of the techniques Makoto himself had used on him not too long ago. He pleadingly looked up at Haru with tearful eyes and Haru, wearing a somewhat smug expression, stared back down and stopped tickling for a few seconds.
“Take a break.” And give me attention.
“Ugh, can’t I at least finish my sen— Eeh! Okay, okay! Break, I’ll take a break!”
Unfortunately for him, Haru’s hands had still been near his ribs and threateningly curled their fingers, brushing lightly over the flesh.
Satisfied, Haru pulled back and sat back down on the bed, keeping a very casual posture. It was really hard to bite back his victorious grin that he was wearing on the inside so he hoped that Makoto would come kiss him soon. He sat there quietly as Makoto obediently took off his glasses, closed his notebook and went to join him.
In less than two seconds he was struck down, fearfully watching as his merciless, thirsty for revenge ass of a boyfriend smiled down at him. His legs were trapped between the other’s, hands pinned on either side of his head and Haru knew that the next few minutes of his life were gonna be very long and very bad.
Makoto was the kindest person he knew, except when it came to tickle fights in which he was the most ruthless and experienced on top of that.
“If you wanted my attention that badly, you could’ve just said so.”
In the end he did get his kisses and cuddles, though.