checking his nails

anonymous asked:

I saw Harry has seven rings on his fingers in total and my headcannon is that Louis has given him one every year and Harry is leaving the ring finger on his left hand for last

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im posting these images again hoping they show up in the tag properly this time,,, this is ritzs new look!!

Bitty’s YouTube Career

I’ve been binge watching Fine Bros Reaction videos and it just got me thinking.

This isn’t going to be coherent enough to be like a paragraph so it’s gonna be a list instead

-Bitty’s a YouTuber

-He posts regular updates to his vlog, and interacts with fans on his channel and through other forms of social media

-Now N never really tells us how YouTube famous he is, but I’m actually willing to bet that a vlog like that would have at least 1 million subs. But honestly I’m imagining more like 3-4 million, and these especially picked up during Bitty’s time at Samwell (like he had a smaller following before this, and the spike definitely happens like sophomore year and just grows into Junior/Senior year)

-(Bitty wasn’t hella aware of how much he was pining after Jack and people were there for the drama)

-SO YouTubers aren’t solitary creatures, they tend to interact with, and follow each other on YouTube and on other social media platforms

-And once Tubers become bigger, other bigger names notice them. They’re verified on Twitter, so any @’s they do are noticed by any bigger people

-(which means Beyonce definitely tweeted Bitty into his Junior/Senior year and says she loves his vlog)

-(this being in response to a tweet he sent out for his most recent video where he gushes on a Beyonce event)

-(Beyonce says she’s binge watched a lot of his stuff and now follows him on Twitter and YouTube)

-(Bitty is shook)

-ANYWAYS

-So I imagine Bitty does lots of collabs! He’s totally done several with NerdyNummies, since they both bake

-and honestly? He’s paying for his college with this dough. Like he’s not making a small sum, and he donates a fuck ton of it to LGBTQ organizations, cause he likes money, but not that much. 

-Like I can see him as someone who doesnt want to spend his money on himself

-Going on, he’s friends with a lot of YouTubers. He doesn’t talk about his channel much to his friends and teammates

-UNTIL ONE DAY HOLSOM BURSTS INTO HIS DOOR AND IS LIKE

-”BITS WHAT THE FUCK WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE GOING TO BE ON YOUTUBER’S REACT???”

-And Bitty kind of shrugs and is like “I mean, I told you guys I had a thing in NYC”

-Holsom is fuckin speechless and like dies and ends up subscribing to Bitty and watching a lot of his collabs and asking him questions and stuff

-Bitty gets into YouTube rewind for 2016

-When he gets asked, he DIES. He immediately tells his team, because this just isnt something he can keep in

-Also imagine Bitty with his silver and gold play buttons <3

-Tons of YouTubers have books, so after much prompting from his fans, he makes a cook book for them

-It sells millions of copies

-He’s on YouTubers React AGAIN but to react to Rewind

-Also, Bitty going to like Vid Con and being invited to Creator Summits

-Bitty having Vine and Music.ly phases

-Doing more collabs just with his team and like they love it and you can tell he’s just really relaxing into YouTube and like friendships and his like genuine openness about having a BF and being out to his channel and like having such a support group

-His parents totally know and love him so much. Suzanne is soooo proud of him and buys the cookbook and like all of her friends do too its SUCH a big deal

-Just <3 I need more of Bitty on YouTube and how this affects him because with his sunshine personality and everything, like he’d get a following. He really would.

Cringe me (Cringemas Cast x FemReader) fluff

Originally posted by iconsofeverything

(( gif not mine - fucking quick stripping there wth ))

(A/n): wow I aspire to be felix

Requests:  hey! Can you do a one shot where the reader is a youtuber and she is on the cringemas livestream? I don’t really care the scenario, I just love how you write the reader and friends, I swear. (also, I need more pewds in my life) thanks! ps: I know you have a ton of requests so take your time! <3

I was wondering if you could write something with pewdiepie, maybe the reader is a YouTuber and they are together in a collab or something, just being friends because I would love to be his friend tbh. I love your blog 💞💞

Warnings: don’t cringe

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“Do it.”

“You don’t want this.”

“Just do it, Mark.”

“But,”

“Do it!”

The American laughed and nodded an aggressively quick ‘okay’ before absolutely covering Felix’s face is whipped cream. The white, frothy substance bonded with the rough stubble among the Swede’s jaw to make a perfect beard.

Mark titled his head, serving his work a satisfied look.

“God, you are one glorious bastard.” Mark commented, briefly wiping his hands off on his jeans.

“Santa came early!” Felix hollered while standing upright- arms raised and head high. He gave each camera, and (Y/n) a cheeky wink.

“Oh god, put it back- put it back.” (Y/n) whined, looking away and putting her palms up to block the view.

Over all, the girl was just happy it was her friend that ended up with the beard and not her. But still. Gross.

Felix and (Y/n) laughed heartily for a good moment, triggering the rest to do so as well.

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Alec: So, what happened in your day?

Magnus, checking his nails: I adopted a kid

Alec: *eyes widening, breath quickening, stuttering* you.. you..you did what?

Magnus: *magically opens the door to one of his rooms*

*a young goat comes trotting out*

Alec:

Magnus: this is Goatzilla

Alec: you’re horrible

Magnus: I was just kidding

Alec: Magnus!

hostess || jerome valeska x reader

“he keeps you in a box by the bed - alive, but just barely.”

reader gender: female

words: 7919

warnings: violence, NSFW, abuse. He’s evil, folks!

also available on: AO3

The fact that she was lucky was fortunate for [Y/N]. When she cheated on a test, she didn’t get caught. When she ran red lights, she didn’t get caught. When she rolled dice, she got Yahtzee every time. When she stole expensive things from high-end retailers, the staff practically helped her pocket their merchandise. And she supposed it was some sort-of luck that she ended up in the same department store as a recently escaped convict.

She’d been in the process of casing the building, planning on returning at a later date to commit a felony, when a man strode in her direction. [Y/N] paid him no mind - she didn’t know him, and there was no reason to assume that he knew her, so she figured he’d carry on without much incident. How surprised she was to glance up from her cell phone only to be engulfed by a pair of strong, unfamiliar arms.

Instinctually, she made a move to scream, but her face was entirely smothered by a broad shoulder. Before she could even begin to struggle, the arms held tighter.

There was a hot whisper in her right ear, breath wafting down her neck. “If you don’t play along, it’s gonna mean big trouble for you, toots.”

She felt herself being rocked from side-to-side like he was an affectionate lover and not some malevolent stranger.

“Understand?”

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The New Romantics ch. 3

Part 1 Here

Part 2 Here

click the OP if the read more link doesn’t show.


A few days had passed since the system override. The lions were in better condition, and the crew was lucky enough to go without an attack for the time they were in repair. Most of the nights that had passed were filled with Keith and Lance at one or the other’s room, kissing and providing hand jobs and blow jobs.

There was always something to make it a little different. Once, Keith had, against every instinct, allowed Lance to dominate while Keith remained on his knees. And he watched his fuck buddy unravel completely, holding on to the power and control he’d been given. He had taken more control at that moment than Keith had ever seen him take in battle, and frankly, it was a bit of a turn on to be dominated.

Of course, it wasn’t like that had become his favorite thing. Keith’s pride still kept him from letting that happen again, instead suggesting other new things they could do. Keith had discovered an interesting praise kink in Lance, noting the way his enthusiasm heightened any time Keith moaned his name or unashamedly called out encouragements and agreements.

Lance, on the other hand, had taken advantage of Keith’s hair pulling kink, and indulged in his own biting one because each time Lance marked his skin with a hard bite, Keith seemed to lose all inhibitions. Still, they were careful to keep any physical evidence hidden.

Outside of their rooms, it was almost comical how it seemed nothing had changed. They argued, they snapped at each other, Lance’s sarcastic comments and Keith’s condescending remarks continued. Never enough to truly upset the other, but enough to where it seemed normal enough.

It wasn’t hard to keep it up. Lance was still childish and annoying and frustrating. And Keith was still aggressive and impulsive and short-tempered. They were still completely incompatible as people.

During another grueling team building exercise, it didn’t take long for Keith and Lance to start bickering again.

“Can’t you stop being an idiot for two seconds?” Keith snapped after their focus had been disrupted by one of Lance’s signature mega-burps. “Don’t you take anything seriously?”

“Jeez, relax,” he muttered. “You know, maybe you’d stop being so uptight if you just stopped being such a freaking workaholic all the time!”

“This is not a time to be goofing off!” he shouted back.

“Alright that’s enough, you two,” Shiro said tiredly. “I thought you were past this.”

“We would be, if he stopped being so immature,” Keith spat, glaring at Lance. It still astonished him that he could fall apart at his hands in the late hours of the night, but feel such burning frustration with him in daylight.

“Yeah, we’re only friends in battle,” Lance added, crossing his arms.

“This isn’t getting us anywhere,” Hunk said. “I’m starving, and now I can’t concentrate. Can we just take a break?” Shiro sighed and nodded, waving a tired hand in defeat. Hunk and Shiro walked away, but Pidge kept staring at Lance and Keith.

They hadn’t noticed, Keith busy checking his dagger and Lance checking the beds of his nails. Until she said, “If only you two could agree with each other during training as much as you do at night.”

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Truth or Dare?

Race and Spot are known as enemies; they simply do not get along. So, imagine Race’s friends surprise when the Brooklyn boy joins them for lunch one day.

TW: Mentions of sexual abuse


“Hey, Finch, pass the pepperoni?” 


Race picked absentmindedly at his slice of pizza, wondering why he wasn’t feeling hungry on the one day of the week that his friends ordered pizza to be delivered to their school at lunch time. He should be hungry but, as much as he loved hanging out with his friends, Race was just bored. He wanted to do something, he wanted to see Spot.

Feeling someone nudge his shoulder as they dropped into the empty seat beside him, Race looked across to see exactly who he wanted to see. His face brightened immediately when he saw Spot smirking at the way Race was already blushing out of the corner of his eyes. He knew that his friends were watching them but he didn’t really care. Race and Spot were not friends. As far as Race’s friends knew, they despised each other yet, here they were, smiling and laughing when the other nudged them in the shoulder.

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warnings: nsfw, minor exhibitionism, spanking (i swear i meant to make this one something other than spanking and yet lo and behold it is spanking)

Akaashi Keiji is a brat.

A brat.

Koutarou gets a lot of shit for being a brat, which is just unfair, because Keiji is at least twice the brat when he wants to be. Just because he always looks cool and unbothered while he wheedles thirds out of every guest who’s ever had the misfortune of feeding them doesn’t mean he’s any better than Koutarou.

Koutarou squints at his phone, just willing it to buzz again.

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Prompt Request #34 - Isaac Lahey

Requested by Anon

Isaac Lahey x Reader

23. “Right now you seem to have more dick in your personality than in your pants”
25. “You’re so hot when you’re mad”
35. “Who gave you permission to be that sexy?” 


”So how did you think we should open this door? I mean, it’s locked?” you asks as you gave Isaac a casually glance. He quirks one eyebrow and smirks. 

”Well darling, how about you use that supernatural strength of yours and kick it open?” he proposes and you let out a low growl. ”How about you do it instead? Darling?” you mock and cross your arms over your chest. 

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aerondrage  asked:

I find it terribly disheartening that we cannot ask you questions anonymously, as I would like to keep my identity private, but alas. Would you like to give any particular reason as to why? I'm sorry if you have mentioned it somewhere else before, I'm rather new to this blog.

“I like to look my lovely in the eye when they ask their question.”

Dark responded, checking the curve of his nails.

“To give them identity and a face. Not so much because I find myself caring, but it keeps them in line and refrain from asking idiotic questions. Anonymous anger is something commonly found in tumblr anymore, unfortunately. Those who may hide under a facade and cloak of facelessness are brash, rude, and violent creatures. They act out in aggression, they damn and curse those they do not even know. So, to save myself from the boredom of finding and torturing them one by one, I simply erased that factor. It is my most sincere hope that this troubling dilemma does not cause much harm to you, but it will not be going away any time soon.”

Charmed (Chapter Three)

By Roo @validdan and Milo @demiboydaniel​ / @sexgodphil​

Description: Growing up is hard; growing up as an angsty gay wizard is harder.

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut, so much plot, friends to enemies to friends to lovers

Content Warnings: Bullying, f slur, speech impediments, belittling of speech impediments, accidental omo, underage sexual content, underage drinking, anxiety, love potions, cursing

Chapter Three: 2.9k

Dan stared out the window of the train, letting his head rest against the cold glass. He sighed, fogging it up even more. Last year had kind of been a mess, but he had ended it feeling alright. The guilt had subsided and he felt better about his friends. He had a group where he felt like he belonged. He didn’t need someone like Phil screwing it up. He ran his fingers through his straightened hair, glancing across the compartment and smiling at Chris. “Almost there…”

Phil had grown a few inches over the summer but he was still smaller than some of the first years and he was honestly dreading going back to Hogwarts, which was saying something as his home situation was far from ideal. PJ had come to his compartment about halfway through the train ride from Dan’s compartment; he was their only mutual friend–he was one of Phil’s only friends, full stop. They’d made small talk for a bit but now they were just sitting in companionable silence as the sun set and they approached the castle.

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katsukiyuuristrophyhusband  asked:

mortician!yuuri and tech startup victor my fave au, you know it is <3

*this will be fleshed out more later, you know and also happy bday bb you are the bee’s knees and the cat’s pajamas*

Victor would be concerned about the whole showing up a half an hour late with Starbucks thing, but it’s a moot issue when it’s your startup. And also you’re the CEO. Renewable energy won’t develop itself, he likes pointing out, but also he’s in a Mood and needs his Venti Pink Drink to properly start his day. 

Yuri, his intern, called it nauseating when he tried a sip. Tough talk for a person who whines when he can’t get a Mermaid frapp.

Victor waits at the bar for his mobile order—they’re slammed this AM, probably because of Fleet Week (yes hello sailors and your amazing white pants, God bless)—and he thinks there’s like eleventy drinks before his. He checks his nails for any chips or signs of impending breakage. Nope, still perfect. The color is called Wicked, it’s by Essie, and it’s a burgundy almost as black as Yuri’s soul. It goes well with the dark gray rolled-up sleeved dress shirt and the black skinny jeans he has on. 

He may have taken himself out of the Goth clubs, but the Goth clubs haven’t taken themselves out of him.

The bar gets a bit more crowded, and a man in his mid-twenties stands next to Victor in a modestly cut but not bargain bin black suit, with a white dress shirt and a black tie. His hair is messy in a way that looks effortless and it matches the color of the suit. He also wears a pair of blue half-rimmed glasses and his eyes are so…wow, they’re warm, soothing, and spicy all at once, like the clove cigarettes Victor has to have a buddy hook him up with when he travels to Vancouver. 

Victor loves the view. He knows if he takes a pic it’ll last longer, but this man…wow. He bites his bottom lip a little and tilts his head in appreciation.

The man senses the attention and gives him a glance. Then he stares. His cheeks turn the same shade as the strawberries that float on top of Victor’s preferred beverage. He clears his throat and looks back at the baristas.

“Hi,” Victor tries with a winning smile. “Come here often?”

He starts, pushes his glasses up higher. “Hi,” he says, soft and shy. “Um—yes. I make the coffee run every morning for work. There’s only four of us, so it’s not so bad, I guess.”

“A small company?” Victor can’t keep the curiosity out of his voice. “I have a start up, and we’re under ten people too! Wow!”

“Longtime family business,” he replies. “Um…we’ve kind of…it’s just what we do.”

Not very specific. But sure. Victor rests an arm on the Mobile Order spot. It’s empty so it’s fine. “You can call me Victor. What’s your name?” he asks with his other hand extended.

“It’s—Yuuri,” he replies. “Nice to meet you, Victor.” He shakes his hand, and Victor lingers, enjoying the warmth of the contact. Yuuri has elegant hands, he notices. He looks him in the eye again—really, he’s elegant everywhere.

“Victor!” the barista calls. The giant plastic cup is set on the counter with a milky looking pink liquid and strawberries for garnish. He grabs one of the extra long straws, putting it through the hole in the lid and (seductively, natch) taking a sip.

A cardboard holder of four drinks is placed next. Victor tries to be nosy and tell what’s what—there’s a green frappucino with pink balls floating in it. Yuuri takes that one and sips. Victor’s eyebrow raises. “Dragon Frappucino,” Yuuri explains. “It’s green tea and berries.”

“V’kusno!” Victor says as he “clinks” his cup with Yuuri’s. Yuuri looks a bit dazed and embarrassed, like a sort of twitterpated expression in his eyes that tells Victor he needs to go for it. He hands Yuuri a card—it’s glossy black stock, metallic silver lettering with his corporate email and cellphone number. “Well, Yuuri. Keep in touch and your next Dragon drink’s on me.”

He winks, and Yuuri turns even redder. He clears his throat three times. “Okay.” He grabs the cardboard holder after he puts his frapp back in it, and he sort of bolts. Victor wonders if perhaps he was too bold, and he considers chasing him down to apologize and try again.

He gets as far as the window when he sees Yuuri getting into…a hearse..

Yuuri drives a hearse.

Why does Yuuri drive a hearse?

Be still his Office Goth heart. He might just be in love.

Kai pressed into him, his head resting on Drake’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left the house. It feels like ages since I’ve had a solid run, I just walked and kept my eyes open. I wasn’t expecting to see this. I didn’t want to wake you.” He huffed out a breath, “Okay I tried willing you awake, it didn’t work.”

“I get it, you’re fine that’s all that matters.” Drake brought his other arm up around him. “It’s alright, I know this is truly overwhelming. That’s also why I want to be with you when you see things, so I can help you understand.” 

He put his forehead to Kai’s, gazed lovingly into those beautiful teal-blue eyes. “Your brain is probably still trying to make the synaptic changes to link to me. Maybe I need to get your head through the headboard instead of merely banging it.” He teased.

Kai wiggled his eyebrows.

“You are incorrigible.” Drake pulled back, rolling his eyes as he let out a chuckle. “Let’s go grab some breakfast.” 

Though his arms slid from Kai’s shoulders, their hands reached for each other’s instinctively.

“You’ve never complained.” Kai chuckled.

“Not once in 800 years have you ever disappointed me in bed… Princess.” Drake kept his voice level, face straight.

“I am not a Princess.” Kai insisted as he checked his nails. 

“If you say so.”

“Until I get a tiara.”

“No tiara.”

“Eh, well, there goes that fantasy.” Kai tried to sound disappointed.

“Yep.”

A few more steps, taking in the brilliant scenery, Kai glanced at the falls again. “So, do I get a magic wand?”

Drake broke out in laughter. “So not going there.” 

“You are no fun.”

“I’ll remember that later.” Drake pulled him in for a quick peck on the cheek and they kept walking.

As they came around a few trees to the diner Kai became somewhat disoriented, then laughed, “You’ve got to be kidding… Flying Vag?”

“Yeah, just like I told you, being here is the same but different. Let’s get some food I’m hungry.”

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