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//So I opted instead for a subtle “sick” look instead (which makes my eyes look huge but that means I also look starved so bonus) complete with a Joker-ish back comb. I’m down for the Todd experience.
Hope the weight I’ve lost is evident here cuz I’m still proud of that accomplishment😗
Consider this your Munday pic.
For my new followers…… This is the trash you are talking to. Hello. Come closer. Not too close!!

Headcanon that people with psychic powers tend to have their physical appearances altered slightly when their powers come out as a result of their emotions

For Teru, in times of extreme emotions his teeth grow large and sharp. They’re a real inconvenience for him, and this just adds frustration onto whatever emotion brought them on, thus making them even harder to get rid of.

For Mob, his powers change the color of his eyes from deep brown to sharp red. This can be pretty disconcerting for people who don’t know about this beforehand.

For Ritsu, his emotions shape his hair. Especially when distressed, his hair tends to stand up on end, spiking upwards. He doesn’t seem to mind, but sometimes he finds himself needing to comb it back down or use some sort of hairgel to get it to cooperate.

Ok @sgarrett49​, as hot as this gif is, imma have to go angsty with it. 

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Over?

You watched him play with the cuff of the shirt. 

God, he really did look good. 

The way the shirt hugged his body, showing off everything. The waistcoat, firm against his chest. 

His hair. Combed and slicked down, yet he looked so damn stunning. 

You sometimes wondered how you managed to land Jensen Ackles. 

Well…land was a bit far. You were fucking. Had been for over a year now. 

Hell, you’d been on dates. Had your anniversary. Everything. 

But there was one thing that you hated. 

He never defined the relationship. 

Each time you’d ask what you were, he’d avoid the conversation, opting to either fuck you or just switch the topoc. 

You hated it. Sometimes, he’d make you feel so loved. So happy. 

But then it’d all be over when he’d avoid talking to you. It made you feel like you were some sort of bootycall. 

And maybe you’d be ok with that role, if you hadn’t been ‘together’ for over a year. 

But a few nights ago, you realized this wasn’t going anywhere. 

Especially not when you saw the texts from her. His ex. 

They’d been together for a few years. Of course, you’d met her, being the costume designer on set. 

She was…nice? She wasn’t necessarily the type of person you’d ever get to know. But you could see he loved her. 

So when you saw her texting him, asking to get back together, you realized why he’d been so distant lately. 

He was preparing to break up with you. Leave you behind for her. 

Well, there was no way you’d be humiliated or thrown out like that. 

No. You weren’t the type to cry and beg. If he wanted to go back to her, that was fine. Let him be miserable. 

So you watched, Jensen looking sexy and getting ready for his scene. 

Bastard. Why did he make you fall in love with him, when he still loved her?

You were gonna go home tonight. Pack your bags. Move out while he was with Jared. 

Yea. You’d already handed in your notice, making sure it’d be kept quiet. 

No one knew you and Jensen were together anyway. He kept you a secret, most likely ashamed that he’d gone from a sort of celebrity, to you, the person who worked in wardrobe. 

Yea…you were gone after tonight. And you’d make sure he couldn’t find you. 

Jensen watched you, his heart racing as he caught your eye. 

You looked so stunning. God, he knew he’d been distant. He knew how messy he’d been. 

But after getting his heart broken, he wasn’t going to do that again. Especially not with you. 

So he took it slow, avoided anything he did in his previous relationship. 

But recently, his mind was made up. He was going to propose. 

He loved you. Hell, you were the reason he broke up with her. 

So he had the ring sitting in a drawer, waiting for the perfect moment. 

He knew he’d been distant, but he was getting everything ready with Jared, the only person who knew about you. But not for long, because he was ready for the world to know that you were the love of his life. 

He just didn’t know, when he got home tonight, you’d be out of his life. 

He just didn’t know, by keeping you at an arms length, in attempts to keep his own heart safe, he managed to destroy yours. 

He just didn’t know that by trying to avoid everything he did wrong with his ex, he managed to do everything wrong with you. 


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Next to You | Park Minhyuk (ASTRO)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 321

Summary: Lazy mornings with your boyfriend are the best types of mornings.

You yawn as you turn your face towards the digital clock resting on the side table by the bed. You stretch your arms above your head when you see that it’s almost ten. You look down at Minhyuk’s sleeping body; his limbs loosely intertwined with your own, and his head resting on your stomach. A sweet smile forms on your face and you run your fingers through his hair, watching him stir at your touch.

“How’d you sleep?” Minhyuk mumbles in a gravelly voice. He props his chin on your stomach so he can stare at you through half-open eyes, smiling back at you.

“Good,” you reply.

He lets out a small groan as he rolls off of you and stands up, walking towards the bathroom. He reappears a little later with combed hair and flops down next to you. He rests his cheek on the pillow beside yours, lightly tracing your lips with his pointer finger.

You giggle as he inches closer and closer to you until he’s towering above you. You rub your nose against his and he leans down to brush his lips against your own. “Don’t,” You laugh slightly as you push him away. “I still need to brush my teeth.”

“Gross.” Minhyuk wrinkles his nose and pulls away from you. “Go brush your teeth. But make it quick, it’s cold out and I want to cuddle.” He yanks the duvet off of your body and you flinch from the sudden shock of cold air.

After you brush your teeth, you crawl back into bed and curl up next to Minhyuk’s dozing form.

He opens his eyes when he feels the bed tip to the side, and opens his arms expectantly. He tugs your arm until you fit into the crook of his body, and he whispers in your ear. “I hope you didn’t have anything planned for today because I’m not letting you get back up.”

I blame marty-mc for this monstrous plot we’ve come up for a trc grease au I can’t believe it I really fucking can’t-

Every Liam down in Liamville liked Christmas a lot...
But Noel, who lived just north of Liamville, did NOT!
Noel hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be his hair wasn't combed down just right.
It could be, perhaps, his Adidas were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that Noel was two sizes too small.
If you tell a boy whose hair is curly and wild and who dresses in faded holey t-shirts that smell like worn cotton and home that he should comb his hair down for you and dress up nicer for you, then you are slowly killing him and replacing him with what you think he should have to be…for you. Do me a favor. Dont. This world needs more boys with wild hair and worn cotton shirts and if you cant appreciate him, let him go, because he does not need to be told that his comfort and style is wrong. He should be loved by someone who thinks that wild hair is beautiful, and that he is stunning in a suit or worn cotton or nothing at all, because that is what love is. Healthy love is accepting them as they came, with all their flaws and problems and quirks. You should not have to “fix” someone you love at all, if they are right for you, you will be able to grow together into better people. They might adapt around you as time goes on, and that is normal, growth and change is good and natural, but forcing change is brutal and mean. He deserves to be loved just the way he came to you, because someone thinks he is beautiful, and if you can’t do that, let him love someone who will.
—  Thoughts of things 

The familiar smell of cigarette smoke and sex in the apartment filled your nostrils as you tried to close your eyes while he wrapped his one arm around you, holding your hand and toying with your digits. You could already feel your legs becoming soar and your whole body practically boneless. Jason kept pressing his lips against your bare shoulder, with the thin sheets covering some parts of your body. He nuzzled his nose against your neck and inhaled.

“You’re beautiful,” he told you as he peppered kisses along your neck, “you know that, right?”

You smile and hold his hand tighter, “The neighbors do. I’m sure they’ve heard more of us than we think.”

He laughed and spun you around so he could look at you, combing his fingers down your hair. Jason places a sweet kiss on your forehead and pulls you closer.

You fall asleep with a smile on your face and the dork you love wrapped around your arms.

Towels & Hormones

Summary: Marco sees Star in a towel—just a towel. Aged 15-16.

Pairing: Star x Marco

Show: Star vs. the Forces of Evil

Rating: T

A/N: seriously guys this was in my phone for like, months. Meant to be a little comedic. Long rambly tags and reblogs would make my entire life

It was a regular Thursday evening, as Marco finally finished his nightly routine. Cozy in his pajamas, he finally set the comb down and headed to his bed to read a few chapters of his book. Just outside his door, however, was Miss Star Butterfly gathering up her things to shower next. It had been a long day fighting monsters and trying to get through excruciating hours of school, and she was more than excited to have a nice, relaxing shower.

Locking the door behind her, Star finally began unzipping her blue dress and pinning her hair up into a messy bun. Completely naked and almost finishing her bun, her eyes scanned the counter for her comb. She knew she left it around her somewhere. Then it hit her. “Marco must’ve brought it to his room again! Ugh.” Star was way too lazy to put all of her clothes back on just to get her comb. Instead, she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her body before heading over to Marco’s bedroom. Knocking a few times before disregarding a “come in”, the Mewni princess came in anyway.

“Marco! I told you to stop taking my comb to your room! If you’re gonna use it, use it in the bathroom please!” She scolded him, scanning the bedroom for the wanted item.

“Star, would you calm down? It’s right over–” Marco looked up from his book, unaware of the princess’s lack of clothing. Still oblivious to the boy’s staring, Star was still scanning the room for it. “Uh-umm–there, sorry…” Marco fumbled over his words as he saw her walk across the room to retrieve the comb. Never had he seen her like that before. Really, all she had to do was get the towel stuck in something and she would be completely–no, he couldn’t dare think of Star that way. This was his best friend for crying out loud.

“Thank you, Marco!” Star sang happily before being on her way back to the bathroom, not waiting to hear Marco mumble anything. Marco heard the bathroom door lock, the water starting, and the princess singing. As much as he tried to get back to his book and Star’s image out of his head, it would not go away. He thought of her in ways that he never thought imaginable. Of course, it was normal for 14-year-old boys to think about this kind of stuff. Y'know, hormones and all. But, he’d expect this kind of behavior if Jackie walked in his room practically naked, not Star. But no matter how long it took him to read one sentence of his book, Star wrapped in a towel kept wrapping around his mind.

“Get it together, Diaz! This is so not the time to be thinking your best friend’s hot.” His conscience rang through his mind. He heard the water stop, the unlocking of the bathroom door, and footsteps coming closer. A few seconds later, Star’s head pops in his door, only showing the top part of her towel covering her chest.

“Hey! You have the alarm set up for tomorrow? Big day ahead of us! We want to be early!” She reminded him cheerfully. He smiled and nodded nervously.

“Are you sure? Let me see!” The door opened wider. Oh no, she’s coming in! In her towel again! Marco shakily tapped his phone to the alarm section and showed it to Star, to which she was happily satisfied.

“Awesome! See ya in the morning, Marco!” She said, heading out the door for the last time of the night.

“Hey, make sure you wear clothes next time you come in my room!” He called out, half joking.

“Oh calm down, you didn’t see anything, did you?” She laughed already halfway out the door. He sighed, clearly in defeat and frustration.

This girl is going to drive him into hysterics. He felt it. In more places than one. Damn hormones.