can not be controlled

The Engineer and his Bestfriend

-Hunk is a brilliant engineer


-Lance knows this, it’s why he spends hours just just watching Hunk work, keeping him company and telling him that it’s time to go to bed whenever it’s late


-Lately Hunk has been getting ready for the final battle with the Galra, taking inspiration from the trap they created intended for Allura and Coran


-It is a machine that will get its intended target into a never ending black hole, no time loops, no time jumps, just nothing


-And it seems like the machine works because they have experimented on inanimate objects and have tried everything possible to bring them back and once it becomes impossible they know that they can then build one on a bigger scale


-Hunk’s machine works and it will save the day but


-Something goes wrong with the machine, it was something that kept cropping up in the beta testing, it’s a certain screw that just never really wants to work


-And see the only people who know where the screw is and how to fix it are Lance and hunk


-And once you fix it, it’s game over, there no coming back from it


-Lance and hunk both know this


-Before Hunk can even go apologize or go fix it


-Lance is already on his way to the machine


-But just before he gets there, he stops and through the intercom tells Hunk “You are the best damn engineer and friend in this world, watch me make your machine work buddy”


-And hunk is just sobbing repeating “I love you Lance and please don’t do this, I can’t do this without you, I can’t do this without my best friend”


-And now the rest are starting to catch on to what Lance is really doing but by that point it’s too late the galra are gone

- Lance is gone


-And because Hunk is such a good fucking engineer there’s no way to ever get him back


-But you see it’s because Hunk is such a good engineer that he doesn’t give up


-He works non-stop for almost a year trying to get Lance back


-Pidge spends more time on the computer becoming more withdrawn, more obsessive in finding his family, including Lance


-Shiro takes it hard, he feels as if he’s let down his team for not being able to keep them all in one piece, he goes back to being very tense and stiff around the others


-Allura spends days, even weeks trying to find Lance, pinpoint where in all the universe he could be, she won’t say it but she misses his bad pick up lines


-And Coran is just hurt and upset that the young man who would get so homesick and yet try his best and be there for others would give up his chance to see his family and that is what pains him the most


-And Keith just starts spending even more time training, withdrawing from others, trying to act as if though he doesn’t miss Lance, trying to move on, failing to move on


-Hunk just well he needs to get Lance back because what is life without your best friend?


-Who just sits for hours on end just to watch you work and tinker


-A friend who has been there for so long they know what tool you need with a look


-A friend who knows that food isn’t the only important thing to but goddamn we need to find small things that bring us happiness


-A friend who makes you go to sleep when it’s late and you’ve been on a creating binge (the others don’t know but that’s okay the person who needs to know, does)


-A friend who just wants you to succeed


-A friend who loves you for who you are and ask for nothing in return


- A friend who would die for them, for him…..


-What is life without your best friend?


-Hunk already knows and he never wants to live through that again


-Because you see it’s because Hunk is such a good fucking engineer that he does get Lance back

the more I think about it, the less and less sense it makes for Terra to be one of the Darknesses in KH3 because like

in literally every moment after Xehanort possesses him we see Terra fighting back. in the Graveyard, in Radiant Garden, and now in darkness limbo as 0.2 showed us, ten years later, we always see Xehanort struggling to control him. why?

because he can’t.

at no point can he fully, 100% smother Terra’s influence.

the only time Xehanort and Terra seem to coexist “peacefully” is during the Apprentice-Xehanort arc – during which time their hearts were sealed and memories presumably lost.

and considering this series is constantly stressing how intelligent and farsighted Xehanort is I just can’t imagine he’s actually stupid enough to count Terra among his 13 when he knows full well by now that Terra is a force to be reckoned with. Terra would require far too much focus and effort to maintain a hold of, because a) IT DIDN’T WORK TWELVE YEARS AGO AND IT DIDN’T WORK TWO YEARS AGO SO WHY WOULD ANYTHING HAVE CHANGED, especially when b) we’ve seen that Terra’s only gotten stronger and more confident since BBS?? and c) I’ve said this before but I’ll say it again: Terra was impossible to control with Xehanort’s whole heart inside him. attempting to control him with only 1/13th of his heart is just? asking for failure? I mean really?? why don’t you just carry around a ticking time bomb while you’re at it man

zerozibrony  asked:

Wait Chara can't take control if they could they would have just done it Chara only waited because they expected Frisk to get bored and reset on their own.

that or…Frisk has been holding them back and is wearing out 

anonymous asked:

Hey anons who keep making monstr Tom happen all over the place I don't mean to be rude my friend pal home slice bread slice dawgs but if you type one more diddily darn M!A right there then I'm gonna have to diddily darn snap ur necks

[I agree with you, I got another M!A and I’m not sure how to implement it. I’ll figure it out eventually since I’m trying not to ignore asks… but they don’t really help the story. More like they make it unnecessarily complicated. But eh, I can’t control what is sent in. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  ]

Ocean And The Storm

Oceans are huge. In fact, most of the earth is covered by the oceans. There are no natural obstacles to wind flow on the ocean. It is basically like a huge plain land. That’s why storms get bigger and stronger in the ocean than the land.

Big waves coming from the ocean during a storm is an awe inspiring sight.

These waves are beautiful but deadly.

The ocean can take thousands of lives within a short time by hitting the coastal areas with mega waves during a tsunami.

We should never underestimate the power of the nature.

We can’t control the nature so we need to adjust ourselves with it.

If we ignore the nature and try to pollute and destroy it, then our civilization has no hope to survive for a long time.

Smut Drabble

Male Character x Reader

A/N: Something i wrote as practice while i was waiting for my crappy wifi to upload May We All part 2…It’s my first foray into smut so pls be gentle…I just wanted to post it to get some feedback, and try to get into the groove of writing smut…so enjoy pls.  also p.s. the guy isn’t named, so just feel free to imagine whoever you like ;) p.p.s it’s kind of incomplete but i don’t really care??

Warnings: smut, oral (fr), language

Words: 1739

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anonymous asked:

theres endless negativity about rocknaldo and i was completely expecting it, but at the same time i want to cry; i love su and i hate seeing it constantly bashed on like this

No worries, friendo! You can hang out over here where it’s safe.

If you need to, unfollow some blogs, stay out of some tags, or just log off tumblr for a few days.

I know it sucks, but the tumblr experience is yours to control! With enough effort, you can avoid seeing a lot of that negativity!

meleedamage  asked:

Made up story title: Free Fall.

Steve Rogers is a stunt man and part-time skydiving instructor. Darcy Lewis is bathophobic, but since her boss decided to move her lab to the 73rd floor, Darcy’s therapist has recommended immersion therapy. Steve is incredibly patient with the terrified young woman, as he’s been recommended patience from Dr. Wilson before, and gets her up in the air and out of the plane without even making fun of her emergency kit fanny pack, which she had explained during one long rambling spiel helps give her a sense of control even though she knows that if something goes wrong with thier chute a few extra granola bars and medical gauze aren’t going to be of much use.

The day of the fateful jump everything goes perfectly, until sudden wind blows them off course. With Darcy strapped to his chest and doing her best to remain calm with her eyes firmly closed and covered by her hands, he controls their decent as best he can. They survive, but end up stuck in a tree 80 feet above the ground. After walking Darcy through a series of panic attacks, he does his best to distract her until help can arrive.

Between Steve’s quick thinking and Darcy’s fanny pack, they manage to not only make significant progress on her phobia, but work out their mutual UST and decide to test their chemistry out on solid ground.

Complete with quotes from Speed and jokes about bad yelp reviews and complementary lessons to make up for her lacking customer experience and Bob’s your uncle.  

Choi Seunghyun -  “Can you guys just fuck already?”

@chanyeolspout​ asked: NEVER too early for TOP!!! So I’ll have him with “can you guys just fuck already?” I love you I’m happy you’re back get KakaoTalk so CL and I can fangirl over your beautiful self being back.

Warning: Contains smut, biting and control tendencies. If that is a trigger for you, please don’t read.


The jagged edge of his angled jaw felt sharp under your fingers as they caressed along it, his piercing gaze not leaving your eyes. Bravely, your shyness drowned in one too many shots of whatever expensive Japanese liquor you were being feed, you allow a brazen smirk to play across your lips in response. The flicker of his eyes to your mouth only causes it to grow, one side perking slightly higher than the other.

Your body shifts closer to his, breasts pressing heavily against his muscled bicep as your knee edges it’s way slightly over the expensive suit pants covering his thighs. Silently you thank the choice of restaurant, a traditional Japanese one, for it’s lack of chairs allowing you to move this close to him. His lips grin deeper, and he bows low to whisper something carefully into your ear, humid breath caressing against it’s shell.

‘Another one?’ He questions with a gesture to the bottle on the crowded table, the smoothness of his low tone sending a shiver straight to your core. A hand comes to cup against the one you were using to explore his jaw, which he pulls away quickly before spreading the palm open, drawing it to his lips for a quiet kiss.

Your shoulders shrug, uncommitted as his smile broadens and his pouty mouth rubs against the flesh of your palm again before he licks a strip down your inner wrist. Tiny pinpricks of  pleasure shoot through your skin at the contact, only fueling the fire that was burning wildly inside you.

You don’t know how this had happened. You don’t know how the supposed plan has gone awry, or how Seunghyun had found you so irresistibly attractive that he’d been willing to sabotage it so easily. You don’t even know why he’d barely been able to look anywhere else but at your cleavage the whole night. As far as you were concerned, you were in the swanky private room of the restaurant as part of a ploy to set you up with someone other than Seunghyun. It had been Jiyong who’d been the apparent intended target - a blind date arranged by a friend and casual in theory. When you’d shown up to the address, however, it had been a different story. The two men, both impeccably dressed in suits, had begun vying for your attention. Seunghyun’s chiseled jaw, his stony gaze and fresh dewy skin had you stunned from first glance, making it obvious within the first few minutes who had the upper hand. It was game over for Jiyong before he’d even poured the first shot with his delicately long fingers.

‘Jesus…,’ Jiyong lets out a slow sigh, reminding you of his presence in the room. ‘Why am I even still here? You’ve clearly won.’ His voice is curt, his position from across the table isolating him from the intimacy of Seunghyun’s touches on your body, and yours on his. It was obvious Jiyong’s comment was directed at Seunghyun, but if it wasn’t for the alcohol that Seunghyun had kept pouring making your head spin you’d probably have paid more attention to it. You would have realized that you were part of something bigger between the two. But honestly, even if you weren’t drunk you don’t know if you would have cared. Seunghyun was intoxication enough.

‘You tell me…’ Seunghyun chuckles, his gaze coming to rest on the upset face of Jiyong, the smirk he’d given you hardening and becoming more sinister.

‘Can you guys just fuck already?’ Jiyong spits nastily, his anger at having lost whatever game they were playing evident as he draws himself up already. ‘I’m done with this. It’s fucking stupid.’

‘Have fun with the ratty club hoes at Cake Shop, my friend.’ Seunghyun’s sentence is punctuated with a chuckle, his eyes leaving you again to watch as Jiyong stands, pushing himself up from the low, non-existent seating of the floor. Before you can even spare a goodbye he is out the door, the sting of his defeat too much for him to bare.

‘Was this some weird game both of you had going on?’ You question, unable to ignore the obviousness any longer.

‘A bet.,’ Seunghyun admits without a hint of embarrassment, another kiss feathering across your wrist. ‘Fifty million weon to whoever you chose to stay longer with, two hundred million weon if said person manages to sleep with you.’ His mouth moves slowly, dotting kisses in a smooth line towards the joint of your elbow. Honestly, you should have felt embarrassed. You should have felt shame in being reduced to a silly little gamble between two friends. But the softness of Seunghyun’s touches had your core melting, and you couldn’t deny that the idea you were a valued prize between the two men was only fueling the heat in the pit of your stomach.

‘I’m only worth 200 million?,’ You pout, playing coy as you attempt to tug your wrist away from him. ‘I’m disappointed.’ His hand grips tightly against your skin, fingernails puckering hard red dents into the flesh as a flash of annoyance appears in his eyes. Your heart flicks a beat of panic before he eases off, and you pout down at him with furrowed eyebrows.

‘I’m not submissive. Not in the least. If this is going to happen, you need to know I don’t play like that.,’ His voice has dropped lower than before, an edge of seriousness crisp in his words. ‘If you want his to happen, you have to submit to me. I guarantee it will be worth your while.’

Suddenly, it was all too overwhelming. His cute flirtatiousness had nose dived, and you were unsure of what you had gotten yourself into. Hiding under his lustful exterior was a dominant big bad wolf - one you had no idea how far would take it.

‘So, you’re saying I just have to sit back and take whatever you throw at me?,’ Your arm tugs away from his, snapping from his hold on your wrist with a sharp jerk. ‘And I’m meant to sit here with a smile while you get 200 million weon out of it? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?’

‘It’s not like that at all. I won’t take it easy on you. I’ll be rough. But if you don’t like something I’m doing, I’ll stop. It has to be consensual.,’ He responds. ‘But trust me, you’ll be smiling through it all. I guarantee.’ His confidence has you believing every word almost immediately.

‘And I’m meant to ignore the fact this is all a game for you? A silly bet with a friend?’ You question, still confused.

‘Would you have said no if you didn’t know about the bet?,’ He counters, an eyebrow raising curiously. ‘The only reason Jiyong mentioned it was because he didn’t want me to win. It’s a tactic. He’s sneaky like that. But I was honest, wasn’t I? I’m not holding anything back, all my cards are on the table.’

He had a point. If you’d never known, you’d still be wowed by his irresistible charm, legs pressing together in a desperate attempt to sate the desire he was making you feel between your legs. Surprisingly, the development of his dangerous edge was not off putting - his honesty in his intentions was refreshing. Most men didn’t make themselves so clear.

‘And we’re doing it here?’ You question again.

‘You’re overthinking it.,’ His silken pink lips turn upwards into a smile. ‘Let’s just play for a little bit. No one will come in. I promise. If you want to stop, tell me.’ He leans forward, palm returning to grip your wrist with a mild force, head tilting towards yours for a full kiss. His mouth opens, free hand reaching to cup your chin and draw you towards him. In a second, his tongue is looping around yours, nails drawing a sharp sting against your face as he drags them towards your mouth. Oddly, the sensation coupled with the delicate emotion of the kiss has a deep groan clawing itself from your throat. It passes on to Seunghyun, and you feel his lips smile against yours.

‘Jesus…’ You say as you pull back, confused at the pleasure such a rough move had offered you.

‘I told you you’d like it.,’ Seunghyun chuckles, fingers gripping around your wrist again in a tight squeeze. ‘I can spot the ones who do a mile away. Even if there was no bet, we’d be exactly where we are right now.’ He releases your hand, a rough shove of your shoulder asking you to lay backwards. You comply immediately, body falling against the cushions on the tatami floor, arranged in a single row along the side of the low table.

Seunghyun is on top of you in seconds, pulling both hands above your head in a sharp twist, and pinning them down as he comes to hover over you. His lips press into you, teeth flashing a sharp bite into the flesh of your mouth. He works carefully to not break the skin, but the sting is still tart and causes your hips to jolt upwards towards him. Pulling away only briefly to relieve himself of the constraints of his suit jacket, the luxe material pulled off his broad shoulders and lost on the floor in a matter of seconds, he sets to work on your neck as one hand still pins your arms above your head.

His kisses are rough, sucking aches against your collarbone that you know will leave bruises in the morning. You don’t have time to think about it, though, because his flurried pace is contagious, and the frantic energy he has is seeping straight into your core. For the first time, his teeth graze against your skin in a deliberate prick and another moan slips from your mouth. Your breathing heavy, chest heaving, you don’t try to hide the pleasure he is giving you - each mark blossoming a sin against your skin you never knew before.

‘Shit…’ Is all you can manage, his heady movement rushing straight to the junction between your thighs. You’d never experienced anything that turned you on so quickly before. Your hip bones press up, and with a smirked laugh Seunghyun’s large hand presses them down towards the floor again.

‘Patience.,’ He coos softly. ‘Let me work on this pretty neck of yours first.’ The palm on your hip bone skips across your torso, the material of your dress hitching ever so slightly as it is dragged upwards. His fingers, long and slender, find their way to your collarbone, caressing gentle circles against the red patches already displaying themselves.

His tongue is on your throat in seconds, teeth soon following to nash against the flesh. A sharp gasp slips from you at a particularly rough bite, Seunghyun lifting his head to check in on you. Your lips form a pout, sadness peeking at the corners of your mouth due to the loss of contact.

‘Hmm?’ You protest wordlessly.

‘Too rough?,’ He questions. ‘I don’t want to put you off on your first time with me.’ You shake your head, cheeks puffing outwards.

‘No. I like it.’ You blink at him behind hooded eyelids, unaware of the effect it would have on him.

‘I told you I could pick it.,’ He chuckles, smile playing softly. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever had a girl respond like this, though. Now, let’s go.’ He pulls himself up, offering an arm to you. You take it, and in one swift tug he has yanked you upwards in a sharp jerk.

‘Where?’ You ask, confusion at the sudden change of plan.

‘Cake Shop. I’m feeling like I want to rub you in Jiyong’s face a little bit before I take you home.,’ Seunghyun’s voice is matter of fact. ‘That little shit was all talk this morning. I want him to see your neck and how you let me play with you, so he knows without a doubt what I am going to do to you tonight. God, he’ll be pissed he missed out on someone so into it.’  

You knew that your hair had fallen out from being rubbed against the tatami mat floor. You knew that your lipstick was half smeared across your face and your eyeliner was smudged due to the heated kisses Seunghyun had offered you. You even knew that the low cut neckline of your dress offered no coverage of the deep bruises he had sucked into your skin. But as he reached for his coat, and as he cast a questioning eye back your way after standing, hand out and offered to you, you knew there was no way you could deny him. 

Because a man like Seunghyun, who exuded such natural control, could get you to follow him anywhere. 

Another “C'est la Vie” Remote Nomad Moment

I have gotten a lot better with accepting the things I cannot change & becoming more adaptable for Year II of remote nomading. I have always been such a planner & I can naturally get so frustrated when forces beyond my control mess with my itinerary… Like today.

I know this might sound surprising, but Italy transit strikes messed with my plans yet again. I have to be available for particular hours at my work & all the morning trains were cancelled so I am currently married to a train station Illy in La Spezia to be a wifi mooch. I should be able to catch a late night train into Lucca still, it’ll just make for a long day.

I could be stuck in much worse places though, at least I will never be under-caffeinated. Also, two awesome stories so far:

  • La Spezia is the major bus & train connection to all Italian cities from the French Riviera so I come here often enough, I also usually try to stay a night in La Spezia if I can because it’s just a really fun little city. I found a hotel I like, right above the train station & everything is perfect about it [Price, bed, bathtub, free breakfast at Illy, etc]. The hotel manager recognized me from when I was here in November to hike the Cinque Terre & he gave me a very generous discount as a returning guest. It is a little mom & pop hotel so they don’t have computerized check-in, I was surprised he recognized my face. I usually just assume I am forgettable, but he acted really happy to see me again.
  • Once I figured out I couldn’t get to Lucca before my work shift started, I just began searching for the closest cafe with wifi. I saw about a dozen men in business suits on laptops at an outdoor Illy so I joined them. I was just working & really concentrated since end of the month is my busy work time so I nearly jumped out of my skin when this middle aged Italian woman approached me, grinning ear to ear while chattering away at me in Italian. I was confused, apologized & asked if she spoke English. Her grin got even bigger & she just said “Oh goodness, I really like foreigners! I just love seeing a woman working hard, especially amongst all these men. I just wanted to let you know I think you are awesome!” We chatted for a few minutes, she was originally from the Amalfi area & she was going to get her daughter from school. So yeah… Rock on, awesome lady! I hope she had a great day, she made me feel really good about myself today.

So, currently we’re getting a lot of requests from people, and I really appreciate that. I love how many people, show interest in our blog and the content we provide. I know I’ve promised you guys a lot; lockscreens, backgrounds and icons packs, and I promise, I wont forget; they will be available soon!

.. though, to those who don’t know, I suffer from bipolar disorder, which means, I struggle every single day. I have up’s and I have down’s.. and I can’t control which days are what - not to leave out the anxiety, that is also pulling me down. And whenever I’m feeling either lonely or sad, I go here, to this blog, because I know, that there is plenty of nice people here, who share the same love and compassion as I. 

So to anyone that is feeling like I forgot them, or that I have shut down their ideas or requests, please know, that I have not! They’re written down and remembered - it’s just a matter of time, and me being in the right mood. I’m so grateful for all of you 5,000+ followers this blog has gained so far, and never feel afraid to ask or request anything, ‘cause I will listen, no matter what and no matter subject. Even if all you need, is someone to talk to. I love and understand you! 


Another thing I would like to say.. or rather announce, is that I’ve been working on a bigger project for quite some time now. However, I’ve had a hard time, figuring out when to say anything about it, so with lots of excitement, I now announce to you, followers and fans, that I am working on making ARTPOP ACT II come to life. It’s going to be a huge project, with lots of more than just music involved.. please, stay patient for more information!

If you read this far.. thank you! I love you, and thank you for making this blog such a great thing - if it wasn’t for you, we probably wouldn’t be here. Also a huge thank you to the members of this blog - thank you for sharing your creativity and thoughts with me and the rest of the world. 

anonymous asked:

Love that you point out you can give head and still be dominate. Like, you're controlling the pleasure. Do these people not get that? Swallow cock right and the lad can't move other than shuddering

I’m confused as to what prompted this message. Are you referring to something I said a while ago? But yes, I really enjoy orgasm control/edging lads with my mouth. Watching them squirm and hearing them whimper and plead for you to let them cum is 👌

Also that moment afterwards when you continue sucking them off after you finally let them shoot their load, at which point the head of their dick is crazy sensitive and they start to thrash around the bed and let out those pained moans of pleasure. Yea I like it. I like it.

[Vera and Freddie] are the show! This would not be the same show, in any way, shape, or form, without Vera and Freddie. For one thing, just remarkable ability — amazing, amazing actors. Combine that with the fact they just had fucking chemistry. From day one, it was completely apparent that they had a chemistry, and those are just magical things that happen; those are “X” factors that happen when you’re putting a show together that you can’t count on, and you can’t control, and that’s just pure luck when you get that kind of chemistry!
—  Kerry Ehrin
Consider this:

I’ve been running around all week, but I cannot get this idea out of my head, and I want to get it all down before I forget. I invite anyone who can write this more eloquently to add on to this! 

Supergirl Softball AU

  • Pitcher!Kara Danvers is the captain of National City’s pride and joy, the Galaxies.
  • Team colors: Dark blue base, white lettering, with dark red borders.
  • Kara is Too Good and Pure™ to abuse her powers for the game. (I assume she can exert control over them quite easily; after all, she does act like a bashful reporter as a side job.)
  • Homegirl’s fastball is off the charts though smh
  • First basemen Alex Danvers
  • Shortstop Maggie Sawyer
  • [insert various headcanons of other players here]
  • Coach J’onn J’onzz
  • James commentates, sometimes by himself, or with a staff-person from the away teams.
  • Winn and Mon-El are at every game.
  • Mon-El doesn’t really know what’s going on, but he’s in love with all the concession food and cheers whenever Winn does.
  • Despite being the newcomers, the team is pretty much undefeated for the first few games of the season.
  • The mayor announces that they’re introducing a second team for the city.
  • Everyone is watches as the news reports that the team is funded and captained by Lena Luthor.
  • (Who plays second base)
  • [I don’t have a name for her team yet shhHHHh]
  • Anyway the city announces that there will be a scrimmage game the next Saturday.
  • The Galaxies are stretching when the new team arrives.
  • All-black uniforms, with white lettering and gold outlines.
  • Kara stares as Lena talks amicably with one of the umpires, wondering how a jaw could possibly be that sharp-
  • Lena glancing away offhandedly as he responds, and catching a certain someone looking at her.
  • Kara quickly averting her attention,  her cheeks blushing before she goes to give the rest of the team a pep talk
  • The game starts; Galaxies are fielding first.
  • Kara steps up to the mound, shaking out her arms as she settles into a familiar stance.
  • She glances down, taking in a breath. There’s a hint of a smile as she revels in the jitters that always come with competition.
  • She winds up for the pitch, before she notices that the same blue eyes that had caught her earlier, are focused on her now.
  • Lena doesn’t look directly at her. (The nerd only focuses on the ball.)
  • dOESN’T MATTER THOUGH
  • Kara is understandably shook™ and lets the ball slip too early
  • She gives Lena an easy pitch, which she hits cleanly into the outfield. She makes it to second, before the ball is returned to Kara.
  • Kara is confused
  • They get three outs. (Lena scores before they switch.)

I’m tired, and this is all I have for now, but I’d be happy to hear if anyone else is interested in this idea! 

me: I am a mature, masculine man who can control myself in regards to things I am passionate about, even the greatest influence on my existence, panic! at the disco,

panic: hey

me: screaming

rainyau  asked:

Cooking head cannon for Floran, Niall and Marnie.

Floran:

Whenever it’s his turn to cook he will either just throw random things together and create a mess or pretend to faint during the cooking session because he’s so bad at it. He doesn’t even know how to peel potatoes..

Marnie:

Marnie loves trying to cook new dishes, especially foreign ones and often sings during cooking but will immediatly stop once noticing someone else’s presence. Warm dishes always end up being a little bit colder due to her Ice Tribe roots and the fact that she can’t fully control her body temperature.

Niall:

He is not a great cook but a decent one? He will never finish the meals though because the reflection of the plates, pots and almost everything.. distract him. Instead of cooking he will end up staring at his own reflection until someone punches some sense into him.

His meals always end up being edible though, in a mysterious way haha..