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JUNGKOOK’S SEXY MOMENTS APPRECIATION (1)

His fierce look has been alive since 2014 Boy-in-Luv Era

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The way he drinks as if he doesn’t give a f*ck

That FIERCE LOOK.THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!!

Sweat  AND CONFIDENCE IS THE KEY TO HURT JUNGKOOK STANS

Originally posted by hey-seoul-sistah

When he SUDDDENLY TRIES TO BE SWAG…

Originally posted by beatriceindre

THAT GODDAMN TONGUE

When he casually unbuttons his shirt. GOD LORD. F*CKING STOP

Originally posted by dream-bts

Do you see that?! Did you see how he’s the only one who grabs his crotch afknfnjfnfj

Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs

How he can turn goofy into sexy

Originally posted by queen-of-suburbiaa

how he’s flawless just by standing still. THOSE EARRINGS.THAT HAIR.THOSE EYEBROWS.EVERYTHING

Originally posted by mayfifolle

The way he gives that “ I don’t really mind” face

DON’T START IT UP.

DON’T LOOK AT US WITH THAT EXPRESSION ON YOUR FACE

How effortlessly sexy he looks in his suit

his forehead should be illegal

Originally posted by kths

that moment when you suddenly can’t stop staring at that neck

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DON’T TWERK WHILE FLICKING DAT TONGUE. YOU SAVAGE

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THOSE COLLARBONES.THOSE THIGHS. THAT

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KEEP YOUR FETUS TONGUE FOR YOURSELF.

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WHy in the world did you felt the need to do that? Did it helped the planet when you did it ? NO. SO DON’T DO IT AGAIN!!

Originally posted by missbaptan

EXCUSE ME SIR.I DID NOT STAN YOU FOR THIS.

(#jesslyfeReference)

Originally posted by orefashion

STOP GOING SO HARD ON THAT CAMERA

STOP HIPTHRISTING OUR SOULS AWAY!!

EVEN YOUR OWN SHIRT CAN’T BARE WITH YOU. IT’S GOING TO RIP OFF. BECAUSE OF YOUR GUNS.

WHat’s that smirk/ smug look on your face??!! Jungkook CONTROL YOURSELF.

F*CK…DON’T START TAKING OFF CLOTHES NOW.

Originally posted by rapmonsexpensivegirl

AND NOW HE BECAME A COP.IDK what’s more illegal, him in that outfitor the way he grabs onto that belt…

Originally posted by jengkook

And now everybody is probably getting pregnant via internet  gifs, because of him…*facepalm*

Originally posted by eatupbangtan

LOOK AT HIS FRICKIN ARMS/. DON’T TELL ME THAT HE WAS ONLY 17 WHEN THIS GIF HAPPENED. CAUSE’ I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS

Originally posted by myjaebutt

*body rolls * meanwhile the fandom is on the verge of a crisis

Originally posted by yoonmin

DON’T GRIT YOUR TEETH LIKE THAT. YOU LITTLE REBELLIOUS BABY WHO BARELY BECAME AN ADULT MONTHS AGO

Originally posted by beatriceindre

Again with the cop outfit. What happened to the baby who giggles because Jimin was shorter than him?

this is definitely not the baby ppl stanned in 2013

Originally posted by syubprince

These forearms thoooo..

THAT NECK VEIN. DID YOU SEE THE LIGHT YET. I’M ALL DIZZY BECAUSE OF THE SHARPNESS OF HIS JAW.

THESE GUNS. WTF IS WRONG WITH HIM LOOKING SO SWEET WHILE SHOWING OFF HIS ARMS LIKE THIS??!

Originally posted by kkuks

THAT OVERFLOWING CONFIDENCE IS WHAT GIVES HIM SEX APPEAL.

Originally posted by jungxook

the way he doesn’t give a f*ck is probably the hottest thing on earth

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

look at him going all intense with his tongue #StopThekookie2k16

Originally posted by pangguk

When sweat only make him look better than anything else.

That bulging arm vein thooo…I”m dead.

Originally posted by jeonify

OK SIR. I’M DONE. YOU WON. I CAN’T EVEN SAY ANYTHING OR RETORT AGAINST YOU. YOU HAVE GONE WAY TOO FAR.

Originally posted by jeonify

Someone stop his forehead.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

when he has that angry look on his face

Originally posted by jengkook

when he’s wearing a cop outfit and he has the angry look on his face…*cries*

Originally posted by dugyu

That playful yet cocky facial expression

Originally posted by jimin-nim

and then he smiles at you as if he’S all innocent

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

Tell me if you guys want a part 2 and I’ll make it :)

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Top Ten Worst Things, Part II

Roughly May-September 2016 ~ ICYMI Part I

1) Emmy Tom (who requests a tuxedo with piping and twirls his co-presenter on stage)

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2) Charadespeare Tom aka Shrew Tom in his Cuddle Coat (aka Thinks He’s Indiana Jones Tom)

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3) Breakfast Tom at Nerd HQ: Feast Thine Eyes (SEE WHAT I DID THERE?!)

Originally posted by tomhiddleston-gifs

4) Blue Tuxedo 2016 BAFTAs Television Tom

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5) Wizard World 2016 Tom or A Man And His Plaid Shirt: An Epic Tale of Love

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6) SDCC 2016 Tom, still loved by fans and that one man’s wife

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7) Gucci Suit Modern Loki visits the kiddies in hospital

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8) Sexy Maths Professor Tom (with out of control eyebrows)

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9) 4 Year Old Tom in his Very Smart Stripey Trousers (It’s terrible, go watch it, don’t say I didn’t warn you…)

Originally posted by slrangerthings

10) Variety Live Chat with Jenelle Riley Tom (the whole thing is gold and you can watch it HERE)

Originally posted by damnyouhiddles

Use Your Words

A/N - Welp, I needed to write something that wasn’t steeped in plot and thick with angst.  This is very much neither of those things.

Posting today since we’ll be otherwise occupied tomorrow.  To my fellow Captain Swan fans - here, enjoy a little PWP.

Rated M 

He wakes to find her watching him from the middle of the bed, one leg pulled tight to her chest, the other curled under her.  Her hair is tousled over her shoulders, the morning sun making it sparkle like diamonds are weaved into the strands.  She’s wearing one of his shirts, a black one from his pirating days.  It billows around her, the collar laying open nearly to her stomach.

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anonymous asked:

I would really like another smut of zen.. the way you write is outrageously good. Maybe when he rescues us from sae and we go over to his house~


Hi dear Anon! Thank you for the kind words. <3
I wrote it a little fluffy and a little angsty in the start, but I really love it if I’m allowed to say so myself. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Smut. You’ve been warned!


My heart in your hands – Zen

You nestled your head deeper into the crook of Zen’s neck, hands around his waist and gripping the fabric of his shirt, afraid that something could come and pull you out of the safety of his arms around you. Or someone.

You were sitting on the floor of his living room. He just wanted to get you a hot chocolate and some bandages for the cuts on your arms and your fingers that you received as you wanted to clean the apartment off the the mess that Saeran had left behind.

You were in haze back then, a kind of traumatic shock. Your hands were shaking and you kept reminding yourself that you are okay, that Zen was there and nothing would happen and that you just needed to stay calm, so you wanted to get rid of the traces that the man had left behind, as if you could clean yourself in this process as well. You still felt those cold arms around you, the way his mouth was close to your ear as he talked with that icy and emotionless voice. The thought had made you shudder, and as a result you had cut yourself in the finger with one of the shards by accident.

Zen had stopped you then, not knowing how to cope with you before, and gently took the broken glass out of your hand before pulling you to your feet and got some of your clothes and your personal stuff before he brought you to his home.

That’s how you got there. You were wearing a t-shirt of his, baggy and way too long for you, as well as the sweatpants he gave you, but you didn’t mind, because the feeling of something he had worn, the smell of him all around you and the comfy and warm clothes made you feel safe right now, it made you feel like home, like this was were you’re supposed to be.

Under different circumstances you would have been awkward, clinging to him and hugging him with all might, wearing his clothes and being alone with him at his home. You would’ve been embarrassed and worked up, thinking carefully about every word and every step, cautios of not making any mistakes that would lead to him thinking different of you.

But all of that didn’t matter right now. He found you at your worst, scared and practically kidnapped or worse, and he saved your life on the spot, without thinking of his own safety first or anything. He held onto you as tightly as you held onto him. He hugged you as tight as he could. He didn’t care for any mistakes or faults, of consequences or anything. When he saw you in his clothes, small and broken, all he wanted to do was to take you away, somewhere, anywhere, where life would be better, where you wouldn’t be in danger, where you would be happy and smiling, blushing at him when he flirted. He didn’t care about his fame or his dreams, he would go and scrub toilets if it meant that you two could go somewhere where things were okay. Where you were okay.

But how would he know, how could he know, that right now, you felt like you were in the safest and happiest place in the world. That his presence would erase it all, the pain, the fear, the troubles and the past. That his presence was all that was needed to heal you from all of it, to give you hope that things will be okay and that you were alright.

You felt someone touch your hand softly and raised your head, looking into Zen’s beautiful eyes, and a sad smile crossed his face before he pulled your arm and lifted you off the ground to take you to his sofa. He placed a blanket around your shoulders, not caring that the white and fluffy fabric would be ruined as his hands held a little of your blood, only wanting you to feel warm and nice.

“We need to disinfect those a little, and after that a bandage should be fine” he spoke, eyes examining the small cuts on your fingers, before he reached out for the small bottle and dipped it onto a tissue. He put it to your fingers, and as you hissed a little from the sting, he murmured some apoligies and stroked your hand lightly, as if to relax the skin around the wounds.

Slowly he wrapped your fingers up, bandage for bandage, careful not to hurt you in the proces, before he lifted your hand up to his mouth and gave it a kiss, looking into your eyes all the time. The gesture was so lovingly, as if he was holding something precious, the most important treasure in the world to him, that it made you want to cry. To cry out of happiness that he was here and would  stay, that he would make sure that you were safe, to cry out because of everything that had happened and because it was still there, lingering. To cry because you still felt those hands that held you prior, those hands that wanted to make you a prisoner. He didn’t touch your body in that way, but you still felt kind of… dirty.

Zen watched the emotions in your eyes carefully, studying every flicker and every change, and as he saw the tears gathering in them, he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around you and pull you into him, to give you safety and love and to let you know that you were in his heart.

“I’m so glad you’re here” he whispered, one hand on your back, the other in your hair as he pressed his cheek onto your head. Your arms held him tightly, only nodding into his chest. Words weren’t needed right now.

No words.

Only feelings.

He felt so good, so right, as if he was the light in the darkest night, as if he could absorb all of your fears and transform them into happiness, into love and into something better.

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“Madam, you have me at a disadvantage. In fact you have me at your mercy.”

Damn,” I said softly to myself. 


I had been fighting it for some time. 

I had been more than conscious of his attraction. It had happened before, as it doubtless happens to almost everyone. A sudden sensitivity to the presence, the appearance, of a particular man—or woman, I suppose. The urge to follow him with my eyes, to arrange for small “inadvertent” meetings, to watch him unawares as he went about his work, an exquisite sensitivity to the small details of his body—the shoulder-blades beneath the cloth of his shirt, the lumpy bones of his wrists, the soft place underneath his jaw, where the first prickles of his beard begin to show. 

 My fingers ached…

-Outlander

I love how offended Han gets when Leia calls him scruffy-looking. Because I mean, he is scruffy-looking. He has to know it. He walks around with his hair mussed and his shirt half-open, he rarely seems to get changed, his ship is a mess inside and out. And more than that, he doesn’t care. He makes no effort to be neat and tidy, not even when he’s hanging around on a military base, because he’s Han Solo and he is how he is and if you don’t like it, tough luck.

But then Leia calls him scruffy-looking. And suddenly it’s an insult. Suddenly, coming from the princess with the elaborate hairstyle and perfect poise, who manages to make a jumpsuit look like a royal gown just by wearing it, who can make Han question his life and his choices and his morals with a look, it’s an insult.

And he’s offended. Not by “half-witted”, which clearly isn’t true. Not by “stuck-up”, which also isn’t really true. Not by “nerf herder” which is an insult to his flying skills and definitely not true. No, he picks “scruffy-looking”, the one part of her insult that’s actually kind of accurate. Because that’s the one which, right now, is the starkest contrast to her, because she’s standing there looking effortlessly beautiful and put together, completely unlike him, and really it’s extremely unfair that she gets to look so damn royal and gorgeous and everything he isn’t while glaring at him, and rejecting him, and telling him he’s a scruffy peasant and not good enough.

It’s so unfair that he has to argue with it because he’s not that bad, okay, he’s a pretty decent-looking guy, a princess and a guy like him can’t be totally out of the realm of possibility, right? Right? She’s, uh, she’s protesting a bit too much, right? That’s it. He must’ve hit pretty close to the mark to get her all riled up like that after all, that’s what she just did with him. Right? Luke? Back me up here, kid…

He’s so bad at this. It’s amazing. I love it.

Stay with me

“Our mutual friend invites us for Thanksgiving dinner with their other friends and now there’s a full-fledged food fight going on with potatoes and turkey flying everywhere and we’re both seeking refuge under the table whilst sharing a bag of chips that you brought (just in case)” AU - Jason Todd


Tagging: @whovianayesha @inn0centkidz


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It was a warzone.

People cried as tonight innocent gravy was spilt.

Sounds of anguish and loss filled the apartment as war cries sounded over them.

Most of the crying came from Wally before he flew into an unspeakable rage. His shirt was off. His arms in the air as he scooped a hand into the bowl of mashed potato and flinging it at the perpetrator that started this entire conflict.


Dick yelled back at him, cranberry sauce patterns covered his body and face like war paint. Majestically the Raven haired man rose to the occasion to settle the decision that started the entire dispute.


What was better Apple or Pumpkin pie.


The table divided within seconds, peas were flung quicker than the insults. Corn cobbs hit like bombs.

“The pumpkin pretenders” on one side and “The apple abominations” on the other side, fighting the one fight that only mattered.


Carrots flung, potatoes smashed into the enemies faces and you quickly barricaded yourself under the table, using the chairs as shields to protect yourself from the madness.


You weren’t the only one who had the idea either, you found as you saw a male sitting there with a bag of chips. You smiled at him as he offered you some and you huddled up to him. He wiped off mashed potato off your cheek and licked it, before wiping it on his trousers.


“Every year.” He smiled at you

“Pardon?” You blinked at him

“This happens every year.” He grinned at you and held up the bag of chips “I’m glad you bought these, it lasts a while.”

“How long?” You asked him worried

“About an hour. Or until Kyle starts sobbing uncontrollably. I’m Jason by the way.” He offered his hand out to you

“Y/N.” You smiled back at him shaking his. “And Dicks fine with all of this?”

“It’s tradition. I’m surprised he didn’t warn you” he chuckled

You were about to answer back but you heard a young voice cry out “HOW DARE YOU, YOU HEATHENS!” before a  turkey sound filled the apartment.


“What is going on?” You asked worried

“Just stay with me and you’ll be safe, I promise.” He winked as he ate a chip.

Kisses in a Limousine

This story is for @valkyrie1969 and @tara-58 in response to the above picture and their comments below.

tara-58:

So much gorgeousness ….

Here’s my theory about Sam’s flask malfunction in the car on the way to this event:  it wasn’t completely sealed, so when he kissed Cait and laid her back on the seat as things heated up the whisky spilled over and soaked his shirt.  Imma need some of you RPF fanfic writers to help me out here.  @supertam87?  @wanderingsummerbreeze?  @sablelab?  @trixenfic?  @scribe4sc?

I mean, he was rubbing his bottom lip as they exited the car.  Help a sister out!

I’m only trying to help a sister or two out. So here is my version of what happened on the way to this function.  Hope you enjoy girls. xox


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