but that's all i thought when i saw this

Hawkeye (2012) #11

Dating Tom Holland would include

  • cuddles 
  • him doing any and everything to make you laugh
  • lots and lots of sex
  • taking care of Tessa while he’s away
  • movie nights al the time 
  • him getting jealous super easy 
  • “Tom i don’t know why you’re so jealous, i only have eyes for you”
  • “because darling, you’re mine and only mine, why can’t people understand that’
  • “you’re cute when you’re jealous”
  • he just wants you to play with his hair and when you stop, even if for a second he whines till you put your fingers back in his hair
  • getting close with Harrison
  • Harrison getting grossed out by all the pda 
  • him bringing you to set whenever he can 
  • him making dinner for you 
  • “hello darling, how was your day today”
  • having cute little date nights whenever you can 
  • him being a hopeless romantic 
  • surprising you with random gift bc “I saw this and thought of you so i had to buy it”

sorry this is trash but also, thats not my gif 

Also I meant to post this on my other Tumblr but I don’t feel like redoing it so I’m leaving it up, if you’re interested in tom holland then go follow my other blog @tomhollandandtessa

Promt list

1. “Thats my phone”
2. “Why do you have my bra in your hand?”
3. “I don’t feel so good”
4. “You mean everything to me….”
5. “You lost your ring?….”
6. “Great now the fire alarm is going off”
7. “You mean to tell me that you ate all my food?…”
8. “How dare you use me when you knew i loved you….”
9. “Forget it”
10. “Maybe wishes do come true after all
11. “Maybe soulmates are a thing”
12. “Lets go travel the world”
13. “Can we sleep under the stars?”
14. “I saw you sitting alone and thought you would use some company”
15. “Are you seriously horny right now?”
16. “Whats with the cheesy pickup lines?”
17. “Nooo! They belonged together”
18. “Your jealous over my celebrity crush?”
19. “Could i maybe get your number?”
20. “How about a date?”
21. “Netflix?”
22. “Was it really worth it?”
23. “Yeah well now you’ve lost me”
24. “Let me help you goddammit”
25. “Stop being stubborn and come cuddle me”
26. “You drove here at 2 in the morning to come and get cuddles?”
27. “Soooo…..what now?”
28. “I thought you locked the door”
29. “This is going to be the end of me”
30. “You are going to be the death of me”
31. “Your just another player and its game over for us”
32. “You’re seriously a man-child”
33. “I want you. Only you”
34. “Do you belive in love at first sight?”
35. “Im so stupid. I fell for my best friend”
36. “Its cute when you blush”
37. “Back off”
38. “Is there a reason your crawling threw my window?”
39. “Thats a cute laugh. I like it”
40. “Move in with me?”
41. “I guess this is it…”
42. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this”
43. “You owe me 10 bucks”
44. “Can you bring pizza and beer”
45. “What did that asshole do to you?”
46. “What did you do?”
47. “Ewww thats gross”
48. “Stick that toung out again and i will cut it off”
49. “Im not crying. Theres something in my eye”
50. “Wow. Your stupid”
51. “Did i fucking stutter?”
52. “You should leave”
53. “Dont mind me”
54. “Nice moves love”
55. “What a dumb idea. Im in”
56. “Can someone shoot him?”
57. “Don’t say a word”
58. “Shit, thats hot”
59. “I dont care”
60. “You need to leave”
61. “Fuck off”
62. “NEVER!”
63. “Do you even love me?”
64. “I think i just fell in love”
65. “I cant do this anymore”
66. “You’re so whipped”
67. “Forever?”
68. “I fall in love with you more and more ever day”
69. “Your all i have left”
70. “Care to dance?”
71. “Please. Just dont”
72. “Im sorry”
73. “I said im sorry what more do you want!”
74. “You cant just sit there all day”
75. “You can lock yourself away from everyone else….but please dont push me away”
76. “You can’t banish me!! This is my bed too”
77. “Talk about awkward”
78. “If you die. I’ll kill you”
79. “That dosn’t make sense”
80. “Just smile. I just really need to see you smile right now”
81. “How funny. You think i care”
82. “Tell me what’s happened. Why have we changed”
83. “I don’t even know you anymore.”
84. “Do you really need all that candy?”
85. “Don’t yell at me”
86. “Good thing i didn’t ask for your opinion”
87. “She’s hiding behind the sofa”
89. “He’s respectable. But you know, a little dodgy”
90. “Your too good for this world”
91. “Only if you give me a piggy back ride”
92. “Let’s build a fort”
93. “Wait, you like me?”
94. “Wait….is this a date?”
95. “If i did anything right in my life, it was falling in love with you”
96. “Listen i really dont like you but you hsve a puppy so im going to be over a lot”
97. “I desere an explanation. I desereve an acceptable reason”
98. “You can hate me. You can dislike me. But why cheat on me?”
99. “Your hair is so soft”
100. “I thought it’d be less hurt if i left now. But it turn out i was wrong. I promise ill never leave again”


Suggest who you would like it to be with and what number/s. Stay groovy 😎

Originally posted by winterxblogger

anonymous asked:

Holster still sleeps with a stuffed animal and not a small or discreet one like senor bun. No this motherfucker's childhood stuffed animal is a foot tall pink bear that his grandma bought before he was born because they thought he'd be afab but he seemed to love the bear so nobody had the heart to take it away and he never outgrew it. He hides it in the closet when anyone but Ransom is around and the first time Ransom saw this giant boy cuddling a giant bear is the night he fell in love with him

OH MY LORD

imagine holster and ransom cuddling and the bear is all sandwiched between them i’m gonna combust

GUYHS IM SHOOKETHI WAS WALKING ON THE SIDE WALK FOR EXERCISE AND THIS DUDE JUST INTURRPTS ME EVEN THO I GOT ME EARBUDS ON AND SAYS “I SAW YOU WALKING A WHILE DOWN AND I THOUGHT ID FOLLOW YOU TO SAY HI” AND im THINKING “WHO DOES THAT WHO FOLLOWS SOMEONE FROM A WHILE AGO” HE ASKED FOR MY NAME AND NUMBER AND I GAVE HIM MY NAME BUT A FAKE NUMBER AND TOLD HIM HE COULD CALL BE AT 9PM CUZ THATS WHEN I get OFF WORK AT GAMESTOP (WHICH I DONT WORK AT ANYMORE) AND IT WAS SO SPOOK AND I WAS TRYING TO BE POLITE AND I KINDA FEEL BAD I LIED BUT IM HELLA GAY AND SCARED OF SAYING NO WAY TO DUDES CUZ THEY SCARY AND SO I CANT WALK DOWN THE SIDEWALK ANYMORE IM CRY

anonymous asked:

Hello! I just stumbled on this blog by complete accident, and it's interesting to read your posts about akechi! I'm sorry if this actually comes of rude or ignorant or whatever, but i'm genuinely curious about life in orphanages in japan. Your akechi seems to be awfully not fond of it, and i guess the same with go with canon akechi actually. What are you thoughts?

OH MY GOSH? im really flattered that you found them interesting, and im more flattered that you actually want to hear my thoughts on such a delicate subject. youre not being rude or anything!!

i very well cant give proper opinions on a subject without laying down the facts first, though, and surprisingly, other than passing mentions and links to an article or two, no one really talked about just how awful the system is in japan, and in turn how it affected goro, so let me talk about the system while adding in my own commentary

WARNING: WERE GOING TO SPOILER TOWN HERE.

spoilers and very, very, very, VERY heavy text under the cut. im so sorry mobile users

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Marriage Material - Part 7 - Jim Kirk

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

Summary: in this chapter, leonard’s laughter shakes the walls of his quarters.

Warnings: language

A/N: some feedback would be NICE. even if it’s just to yell at me after this part.


Jim tried to convince himself the ceiling was more interesting than any thoughts invading his mind, your voice invading his mind, your soft, rhythmic breathing invading his mind. He would’ve gotten up and struggled to find sleep on the couch, but he knew his resolve was too weak.

He let himself look at you after what felt like hours of keeping his eyes glued to the plating above him, his gaze tracing your peaceful features and lingering upon your lips. He picked his hand up from his side, his fingers mere centimeters from your jaw before he sighed out heavily and shook his head.

He stared at the ceiling again, sighing once more as he felt sufficiently creepy. He then glanced at the time display against the wall, unable to read the digits through the exhaustion filled in his eyes.

He tore the comforter from his body and climbed out of the bed carefully so as to not wake you. He padded across the dark quarters, his toes slamming against the leg of the god-for-fucking-saken coffee table.

He clamped his lips shut tightly, his hand flat against his forehead as the pain surging up the length of his spine made him want to yell out every curse word he’d ever heard and every curse word he could make up on the spot.

He glanced in your direction as if he’d be able to make your silhouette out in the pitch black darkness, clicking his tongue at his own behavior and checking once more to make sure the clicking hadn’t woken you up.

Forgoing shoes and another dimwitted accident, he slapped his hand against the control panel beside the door and stepped into the corridor.

Crewmembers he’d probably introduced himself to at some point passed him and stared at him pointedly, their perfectly pressed uniforms a stark contrast against the wrinkled black undershirt he never bothered changing out of and the lint-coated sweatpants he’d wear at all hours if ever permitted to do so.

He wanted to cover himself as a result of their stares, finally finding relief when he stepped in front of Leonard’s door and rapped his knuckles against it nonstop until it slid open with a hiss. He returned Leonard’s scowl easily, brushing past the incredulous man and calling for the lights to rise to thirty percent.

He plopped down on the stiff couch and cursed under his breath, his elbows set atop his knees and his head in his hands. He stared at his feet and wondered how the left one wasn’t battered and bruised from his accident with the fucking piece of shit coffee table.

Leonard stared at him, hazel eyes narrowed, dark hair sticking up every which way. He would have felt underdressed in his thin white t-shirt and boxer shorts had Jim not been dressed in the half-assed excuse for pajamas way he was. “You wanna explain yourself?”

Jim glared at his bare feet. “Why didn’t I at least put socks on?”

“You almost knocked my fuckin’ door down to ask me that?”

He continued glaring, he thought his toes might cry out for release from the icy blue gaze fixed upon them. “Why did I think putting socks on might wake her up? She sleeps like a fucking log— she’d sleep through a nuclear attack from the Klingons.”

Leonard’s lips quirked up ever so slightly without his permission. “Why are you here, Jim?”

Jim lifted his head and set his chin on one of his palms, propping his head up. He stared at the wall before him. “I think I’m in love with my wife.”

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anonymous asked:

house and wilson were totally canon, imo. i mean, they quite literally rode off into the sunset together. that's incredibly blatant and not that platonic. at all.

no, I agree. like, at the risk of sounding like a crazy shipper, the final arc of this show literally saw wilson in his car, sobbing, asking house to tell him he loved him, to let him know his life hadn’t been for nothing.

it saw house, who couldn’t step up when he thought cuddy was sick, who acted perhaps more selfishly than he had up until that point in the series when faced with the possibility of her illness, taking care of wilson - literally cleaning up his vomit - when he went through chemo.

it saw saw house who was the first to loudly denounce sitting by a loved one’s bedside waiting for them to die giving up his livelihood to do just that for wilson.

it saw house who always thought his purpose was in solving puzzles realizing the missing piece to his own puzzle was wilson all along.

it saw: “I’m dead, wilson. how do you want to spend your last five months?”

in all the ways that counted, house/wilson was canon, and they got their happy ending - complete and utter bastards that they were. and that’s the reason house md will always, always be my favored adaptation of sherlock holmes, for all of its many problems.

The First Face

The Doctor hurtled awake. One moment, dead. The next, alive. Like life being abruptly switched back on inside his body. Somewhere, Jack Harkness was smirking. 

As he stumbled around his TARDIS repeating the old words of his old selves, his mind was whirring. He’d heard his past companions calling his name, urging him to wake up. Seen their faces. 

And amongst those faces was one he hadn’t remembered in what felt like a very long time. A surprisingly round face. 

The face of a woman who had once stood right where he was now and said to him, “Please don’t change.”

A woman who was the first face this face saw. 

Clara. 

He remembered her. Clara. Big eyes. A smile that was happy and sad all at once. Clara.

He remembered her. He couldn’t change now. Couldn’t let some new person go sauntering away with these memories when he’d only just gotten them back. Not yet. 

He had to find Clara first. 

anonymous asked:

Hi. TBH, I like the first version of the suit. The second is great too, but that's something about Steve in all black that does things to me. Anyway, amazing work as always. :)

Hi ^^

IKR? I was a bit disappointed when I saw the full concept art and that I realized they kept the red and white stripes, I thought they would go “full black”, a bit like in the Civil War concept art (he should have worn this suit at the beginning of the movie during the fight with Rumlow)

But Marvel said “Nope” and wanted Cap to keep his red, white and blue colors. Apparently, the blue suit from The Winter Soldier was already too much for them xD Anyway, the new suit looks like a dyed version of the Civil War one except for the shoulder straps (not sure of the word). They are a bit different in Infinity War according to the concept art

But yeah, I wish the suit was completely black :/ Thanks a lot for enjoying my work anon, it’s very kind of you ♥

The day of the concert in Berlin I ran into Kihyun in the shopping center and I just…

HAVE TO SCREAM ABOUT HOW BEAUTIFUL THIS PERSON IS!!!

IT LEFT ME SPEECHLESS

QUESTIONING MY EXISTENCE and that faint amount of beauty AT THAT MOMENT

LOOKING EXACTLY LIKE THIS AT ME ^^

AT THAT MOMENT I FINALLY REALIZED HOW AMAZING HE IS

CASUALLY WALKING THERE WITH THE CAMERA IN HAND

AMAZING FROM INSIDE AND OUTSIDE

THE ONLY THING I COULD DO IS JUST STARE AND DO NOT INTERRUPT THAT MOMENT

BY TELLING OR DO SOMETHING VERY STUPID

OR ATTRACT ANY ATTENTION

SO I JUST LIGHTLY SMILED AND COMPOSED MYSELF

EVEN THOUGH I WAS STUNNED AND WAS DEAD INSIDE AT THAT MOMENT

HE MUST HAVE BEEN AMUSED BY MY REACTION

I DID NOT CRY… I AM NOT LIKE THAT BUT WHOLE DAY I HAD THAT IDIOTIC SMILE ON MY FACE

LIKE WHEN YOU FALL IN LOVE

WELL… I FELL IN LOVE

WITH THIS SWEET, NICE AND WONDERFUL BOY

Please love him and and whole Monsta X… this guy… I saw it in his eyes that he is such a kind person… I know it may sound crazy, like something from strongly biased fan, but he isn’t even my bias.

King of the Ashes

King of the Ashes

Many of them screamed. It was a common theme in the underworld. Over and over again they begged for their mercy. They wanted nothing more than to be granted relief but Petyr wasn’t one who granted mercy. In fact, he enjoyed watching those he couldn’t stand burn. He enjoyed their pleas, begging him to spare them. Perhaps it was petty but Petyr wanted nothing more than to make those who felt that they were better than him, suffer.

When Petyr died, his own blade in his throat, he was sent as farther south than he had ever been. There was no real word for this kingdom. Only the most vial and evil would be condemned to the underworld. They are tortured for the rest of eternity, their souls turning to ash. Most of them burned in flames hotter than dragon breath and wildfire. Their skin never blistered; they were never granted that relief. It was the same for all of them; the same burning pain. Petyr found it unimaginative; boring.

It didn’t take long for Petyr’s silver tongue to gain him a place of power. There was no real king or leader in the underworld, only death; everyone just went into the fire. Petyr decided that it was best for the underworld to be ruled. Like Westeroes, he rose quickly, changing how those damned souls were tortured. He made their worst nightmares come to light. He got inside their mind and this time he didn’t even have to use manipulation. A gift from those who found him suited to rule the underworld made slipping into the damned’s memories and fears quite simple.

Soon enough, Petyr had a crown of bone placed upon his head. Once he had wanted the Iron Throne, now he had a throne made of bone and ash. Those he hated, he had their skin burned to ashes. The first he found were Joffrey and Ramsey. Both were burning, their screams sounding like music but Petyr knew it wasn’t enough and thus he made every fear come true. Joffrey, watching in his minds eye, a thousand of Robert’s bastards stealing the throne from him. Ramsey suffered every torture that he ever inflicted upon her; and Petyr still felt that it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough for Ramsey.

He searched the underworld for souls of those he knew and loathed. Yet, those like Ned and Catelyn were no where to be found. Their souls never touched the damned, but Brandon was there. Petyr made him relive the pain and humiliation that Petyr felt during that time when he beat him in that fated duel. Petyr couldn’t lie and say that he didn’t enjoy ever second of it. However, even that grew dull after a time.

So he waited.

Cersei was the first to come to him from the surface. She died in childbirth after giving birth to a son. Petyr found that ironic. After getting into her mind, Petyr learned of the prophecy that would bring about her end. He learned that she thought it was Tryion who would kill her and her children; and that is what Petyr made her see. He made her relive that prophecy as she interpreted it over and over. She watched Tyrion kill her children one by one, over and over again until he killed her. Then they all came. One by one, except for the one he craved. Years passed. It was almost a decade until a Stark daughter graced his threshold; except it wasn’t the daughter he wanted.

“Arya Stark. I knew I’d see you one day.” Petyr drawled in a smart tone. Arya, who was completely confused from her death, didn’t understand what she was seeing. Her hair was longer and her face leaner. She was still small but Petyr could see scars on her person that had not been there before. He slipped into her mind and saw how she got each one. He saw each person she killed, many of them he had tortured over the years. For a brief moment he considered tossing her to them but he had a better idea.

“I killed you.”

“Yes. You did. Slit my throat with my own knife. It was poetic in a way.” Petyr chuckled. He was over his death really, it gave him even more power than he had when he was alive. He enjoyed being king of the ashes. “I did hold it against your father’s throat the moment I betrayed him. However, the moment you killed me, you practically placed a crown on my head and I guess I should thank you for that.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You’re in my kingdom now.” Arya froze, her eyes looking around as the ash and fire. She listened to the screams and the pleas. This was beyond nightmares. This was beyond hell. This was the kingdom where Petyr was king. Nothing was more terrifying than that. “Look around. Every nightmare imaginable is in my control. Those who infuriated me while I was alive or annoyed me in their death are at my mercy. Don’t worry, your the first Stark, except your uncle Brandon, to grace my kingdom.”

“My parents?”

“Too pure for a world like this. But you, a faceless woman who killed hundreds of people on the orders of you sister.” He flashed inside Arya’s mind again, glimpsing that beautiful red hair. It had been years since he had seen it. He had a brief visions of her in Cersei’s mind as well as Joffrey’s and Ramsey’s; but those only infuriated him. These glimpses fueled him. His dead heart almost felt alive again. “Your death is highly interesting.”

“She betrayed me! She betrayed Jon!” Arya scowled. She was infuriated. Her sister had given an order to Arya, knowing full well that she was sending her sister to her death. Petyr didn’t care about the betrayal or how Arya died, only that he could use it against her. He could use it to his advantage. “She was never the same, after you died. She withdrew. Locked herself away. It was as though she turned off her emotions. The first time we saw dead me didn’t even faze her. She signed death warrants and it didn’t even faze her. Jon tried to reach her but she had turned cold. It was like she could never stop mourning you.”

This caused a flutter in Petyr’s chest again. Years passed and Petyr had thought that he would never see her again. He thought that her soul could never become so tarnished, could never turn to ash were she would be damned to his kingdom; but hearing Arya’s words comforted him. Petyr would see her again and by all accounts, she would welcome that reunion as much as he would.

“I suppose it is time for your eternal damnation.”

“The many face god will be kind to me.”

“The many face god!” This caused Petyr to give a full laugh. “I never took you for the religious type. No, sweet Arya. There is no many face god. There are no such thing as old gods or new. No lord of light. There is only death and death can be cruel or kind. If you were cruel in life then your death would be merciless. If you were like your honorable father, I suppose you would have went somewhere far better than here.”

“And you? How did you convince death to be so kind to you?”

“Easy. I became death.” It didn’t make sense to Arya. If the many faced god didn’t exists, how was she able to change her face? “Magic.” Petyr replied to her thought, causing her to startle. “Yes little girl, I am in your head. You wore the faces of your victims because of magic. Thats all it was. Nothing divine about it.” He dug deeper, he saw her very first victim; the fat boy from King’s Landing when she was just a child. He dug and dug and made sure she felt him in her mind.

“Stop!” Arya screamed, her hands gripping at her head. It was agony. “Please. Stop.”

“Very well.” He released her and she fell to the ground. “So, about that eternal damnation.” He looked at her. “I could make you feel that pain everyday. Or I could make you relive your father’s execution over and over again; or I could switch it up from time to time. Want an invitation to the Red Wedding? You would have been the most welcome guest.” Arya said nothing. “No. Not that. I think I’m going to give you a second chance at life.”

“What?”

“Yes. I will give you temporary reprieve to return to the surface. A few weeks at most.” He cocked his head and smirked at her. “If you complete a task for me, I will be merciful. You’ll never have to witness your family’s death. I might even allow you to be reunited with them upon your return. If you fail, well I already told you what I could make you suffer.”

“And what would that be? This favor?” She was skeptical. She didn’t trust Petyr. Never had. However, Arya wasn’t foolish enough to think that she would win this. She killed him once but now she would be at his mercy. She ended his life but he held her eternity in the palm of her hands.

“Bring me Sansa.” Her name came out as a whisper. “Bring her to me, and I promise you’ll see your father again, head intact. Perhaps your mother and Robb as well.”

“What will you do with her?”

“I’ll make her Queen.”