damn look at that forehead

okay hear me out: 

you know those photo series that are like “In The Running For The Next Spiderman/Young Han Solo/Bachelor/Prince Eric/Property Brother”

and it’s just like nine generically handsome brunet white men that might all be Henry Cavill or might all be Matt Bomer or might all be the photogenic runner guy from 2012 for all we know but it’s impossible to tell because they are just so generic?

and you know how nobody really remembers what Moist von Lipwig (slash Albert Spangler where applicable) actually looks like, they just remember the gold hat, or the glasses, or the bountiful ear hair?

what I want is an adaptation where Moist, whenever he’s being an anonymous face or The Man in the Golden Suit or Albert Spangler, is played by a series of generically handsome brunet white men who are swapped out shot-to-shot.

Have I talked about Seokjin’s forehead?

I don’t think so

This man looks so graceful

Like so damn graceful

Just because there is a little of his forehead popping out

And like

I don’t know

He just suddenly becomes a different man

I don’t see enough appreciation for his forehead

So here’s a spam

I mean look at him

Just look at him

Have you seen anything more perfect?

No, you haven’t

Trust me

You haven’t

You seriously haven’t


My heart is… My heart is…

What a gentleman




I am weak

But i am living

Don’t sleep on him

You’re missing out

Stan talent

Stan Kim Seokjin

Because he’s worldwide handsome

Joker from Suicide Squad - I wanted to redesign his tattoos to try illustrate his mentality/beliefs of him and B-man being parallels (Bats is on the left, Joker is to the right.) I feel the original ones only accentuate what he looks like on the outside, not what’s within (*/▽\*)♡ might finish properly some day.

Never Be Alone - Theo Raeken Imagine

I had this imagine idea in my mind with Theo x Reader so I decided to write it down and share it with you guys. I hope you guys like it! Enjoy!


Pairing: Theo x Reader
Note: Cuteeee
Word count: 907

You slipped on a green top with a deep neck, it covered on shoulder while the other was exposed, showing of the strap of your bra. You went over to your desk, took a rubber band and put you hair up in a messy bun, letting a few strings of hair fall free down from each side of your face.
You grabbed your laptop and made yourself comfortable on the bed, lying down on your stomach as you typed in ´movies 2016´ and then pressed the search button. As you were scrolling down and searching for a good movie to watch, you heard your phone ring. You grabber your phone that was right next to the laptop and looked at the screen. It was a text message.

[10:07pm Theo;] Are you at home?

You rolled your eyes at the message, not in the mood to deal with Theo’s bullshit right now.

[10:09pm Y/N;] No.

You tapped the send button, locked your phone and put it back next to the laptop where it was earlier. You continued with your movie search when suddenly the doorbell rang. You let out loud sigh when you roll out of bed, grab you phone and walk down the stairs to open the door. Before opening the door, you look through the window to get a glance of who it is. The male figure outside your door notices you and a huge smile appears on his face as he waves to you. It´s Theo. Again. He points at the door, telling you to open it but you shook your head and flashed him a play full smile. He reaches down for his phone and types something as you observe confused. Then your phone makes a buzzing sound.

[10:20pm Theo;] Please.

[10:20pm Theo;] :(

You look up from your screen and glance over at Theo, who´s standing there and flashing you his adorable puppy face. You open the door and let him in.

“You look very tempting.” A devilish smile appears on his face while his eyes looks up and down, studying every inch of your body.

“I told you I wasn’t at home.” You said as you turn around and walk upstairs with Theo following right behind you.

“Yeah well, I could hear your heartbeat from outside.” You turn your head to look at him, only to see a smirk playing on his lips.

You mumble ‘whatever’ under your breath as you enter your room. Theo walks over to your bed and sits down, his eyes glances over the laptop then back at you.

“Movies 2016, huh?” He chuckles and you roll your eyes.

“What are you doing here Theo?” You ask as you sit down next to him.

“I wanted to talk to you… About us.” You raised an eyebrow, confused about what he´s talking about.

“Us?” He looks down at his hands then back up at you.

“I feel like you still hate me. Like everybody has, kind of, forgiven me except for you. I´m not saying you´re rude towards me or anything, because you´re not, it just feels like you´d rather not be around me or talk to me.” You felt the guilt build up inside of you.

“I understand why it´s so hard for you. I mean I hurt you the most.” He continues as the memories of the two of you starts running in your mind.

It´s been almost a year since all the of the Theo Raeken drama, the dread doctors, the beast and so on. And since Theo has helped us with the supernatural stuff, repeatedly, the pack have started to, well not to hate him anymore. As humble as Scott is, thinks he deserves a second chance but I somehow can´t let him in, not again. Last time I did he hurt me really bad and now I´m afraid he´ll do it again. But the thing is I never hated him, I tried to but I couldn’t and the sexual tension between us didn´t really make it easier. The truth is I´d always care for him.

“You wanna know why I came back?” He asked while looking down and I nodded as response.

“I came back for you, I want to be there for you, I want to protect you. I want to be there for you like when you were there for me. You´re the only one I ever had. Scott, he has friends, family that do anything to protect each other, he has you, the pack. I- I don´t have anyone like that, not anymore, Scott does.” You´ve never seen this part of Theo before. You took his face in your hands and made him look at you.

“You have me.” You said as your right thumb caressed his cheek.

You looked deep into each other’s eyes as you both slowly moved closer, your face leaned closer to his, his nose slightly touching yours. Your lips finally met, his lips brushed against yours while your hands rested on his neck. The kiss was sweet and passionate, just like you´d imagined.
His lips left yours but slowly trailed down your neck, then to your exposed shoulder as he left wet kisses all over.

“Sorry… I´ve been dying to do that for so long and you just look so damn beautiful.” He said flashing his adorable smile as his forehead rested against yours.

“It´s okay.” You barely whispered before pulling him in for another kiss.

cuts and smoke | one

Member: Jeon Jungkook

Genre: Angst, fluff…ish?, High School au

Word Count: 1,915

Warnings: Cutting, smoking, drinking, stuff like that.

A/N: I don’t have much to say, except for that you guys should tell me if you want me to keep this series going. Hope you like it though!

      The screams coming from your younger brother were nothing new. He was twelve, but his stupid yelling sessions raged on. You used to be happy, like the only things that mattered were you, and your parents. Your mother didn’t have those purple rings dragging under her eyes, and your father didn’t have to work at suspiciously late times. And you weren’t always holed up in your room, gripping onto the little box with your razors in it. But the second your mother told you she was pregnant, you faded into the background and kept quiet for the rest of your years. It was kind of pathetic to say, but school and your job were your safe places. You worked at an old car mechanic place, JR’s, ran by a guy named Kim Namjoon. He was pretty cool, always helping you with everything. He was in his mid-twenties, and his shop was pretty successful since he was the only place to go in a 100-mile radius. He’s also letting you keep the old, dinged up, ‘76 Chevy Nova if you fixed it up well enough. 

      It was dinner, and your family was still trying to do the whole, “sit down and talk with your sibling without using your phone,” thing, because they apparently thought that you two might actually converse with each other that way. You still didn’t. But they did make you both share two things you learned at school that day. Two. Things. Did either of them go to high school?

      The usual family fight started again, and you stood up and slid your excess spaghetti into a container and quietly muttered the words, I’m going to the library to study. You hadn’t been to the library since you were in seventh grade. You found that you should keep lies tucked away, so that no one could rat you out. No one heard you, but you slid out from the house anyways. You made your way over to the local skate park, the place you went when you had failed in avoiding your family. You sat yourself down, the autumn breeze nipping at your bones. Your gaze flittered over all the people there, your ears picking up on the trash talk and calm conversations. A shadow appeared in front of you, the patch of darkness indicating someone was standing behind you. Their body plopped down next to yours, a boy, with messy black hair, a built frame, and piercings that gleamed in the harsh overhead lights. You tried to ignore how his knee brushed against yours by pulling out a pack of Marlboro’s and quietly lighting one.

      “Skater girl, huh?” His voice was unexpectedly smooth, drifting away like the curling smoke falling from your lips. His hand was held up for a moment, and you passed him your pack and lighter. 

      “Nah, I’m here for the entertainment. I like watching boys falling on their asses.” You slipped the items back into the pocket of your black, torn jeans, noticing the spark that was elicited when your hands touched, despite how cold his hands were.

      “Oh, you’re one of those girls.”

      “What girls?”

      “The angry ones.” His hand swept your died hair out of your face, his fingers curling themselves around the many piercing in your ears. You swatted it away, your body getting ready to jump and run. His sudden grip on your wrist held you down, his veiny hands smooth and strong. “No, stay, please. Sorry if I pissed you off. It’s just… You look decent. You actually responded when I talked to you, and it wasn’t to get me to sleep with you.”

      “Yeah, well, I’m sorry for not being like every other girl, I’m sorry for being invisible.” You snapped, the words coming from your mouth before you could stop them. Shit. Fuck He doesn’t need to know about my life.

      There was a bit of silence, but you knew that he wasn’t gonna let you off that easily. “(Y/N) (L/N), right? I go to your school. I’ve seen you around, you looked interesting. I’m Jeon Jungkook.” You quietly nodded, looking at the pile of grass you had managed to pick in the amount of time you were there. “So-” He pulls a loose string from your jeans and wraps it around his fingers.”-wanna hang out sometime?”

      “I think you’re a bit too handsy for my taste.” He laughed, bumping knees with you again.

      “I’m not usually. Must be something about you.” That had to be a line. It had to be. Right? “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

      “No you won’t. I’m not telling you where I live.” He laughed harder this time, his nose crinkling cutely.

      “Well I’ll walk you somewhere.”

      “Who even said I was leaving?”

      He nodded his head towards the groups leaving, and the flickering lights. “Your entertainment’s leaving. And the park’s about to close. You got any other plans? Because I don’t know anywhere else you can watch guys fall on their asses.”

      You pulled your phone out, glancing at the glowing time on the screen. It was too early to go home. Everyone would still be awake. “I think I’ll stay here for a little while longer.”

      His frame fell back onto the damp grass, his arms coming up behind his head as a pillow. ”Then I guess I will too.” You lit another cigarette, the smoke filling up the void of silence that was falling between the two of you.

      You made it home by twelve that night, not bothering to shut the door lightly behind you. You went to the mirror, your makeup already smudging down your face. Not caring to wash it off, you slipped into a vintage Guns ‘N Roses tee shirt and made your way to the tiny jewelry box sitting on your shelf. You didn’t have many thing in your room, save for a dresser, desk, bed, a few books, and a bunch of Polaroids of you and your best friend, Jimin. He works at JR’s with you, and you have to say, he looks damn good with sweat and grease smeared on his forehead.

      Pulling out the small drawer, you snatched up the small gauze covered case of razor blades. You slid one out, the adrenaline rushing through you. You loved the feeling of metal gliding against your skin, the sound of your skin splitting open, and the sight of the blood dripping all the way down your leg. It’s fucking terrible, and you knew it, but you couldn’t help it. It gave you a high, it slipped you into nirvana, and you felt like everything might have a chance of being fixed. But you knew that was never possible.

      Your parents didn’t exactly keep up with the times, so you were pretty sure they didn’t really know what cutting was. Hell, they would probably believe the whole cat scratch lie. They thought that you were perfectly fine, and that you were dealing with your life like an adult. You were, but the weight on your shoulders was too much to bear, so you just kept to yourself. You slid a blade out from it’s casing, watching how it gleamed in the light of the moon. You lifted your shirt up to your thigh, staring at all the other scabbed over lines. You took the blade and ran it over any patch of bare skin you could find in your little marked out area. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine marks, all beautiful in their own way. Nine marks to show the number of times hateful eyes stared at you that day, and the number of comments about how worthless or slutty or stupid you were. You weren’t a slut, you knew it. You had never touched a man or woman. You weren’t stupid, you had a 4.0 GPA. Worthless… They were spot on with that one.

      You slid the razor back into its case, wrapped it back up in gauze, and put it back in its place. You watched the blood stream down from your thigh to your ankle, the droplets having their own little race against each other. You stopped it short though, cleaning yourself off with a tissue. You knew that your thigh was a safe place because you hated shorts, you stay as far away from skirts and dresses as possible, and you hate going swimming. You taped some gauze onto your little patch of art, brushed your teeth, and went to the window. Only then did you notice the figure sitting on your roof, their eyes following your every move. A smile broke out onto their face, a strangely familiar bunny smile. Jungkook. How much had he seen? He slid the window open effortlessly, silently jumping back down.

      “How much did you see…”

      He walked over to you, his hands gripping onto the edge of your shirt. You didn’t know why you weren’t reacting, why you hadn’t punched him yet, why you were letting him break down your carefully built walls.

      “How much did you see.” You voice was cracked, broken, even quieter than the first time. You really didn’t know why you cared, since everyone thought you cut to begin with.

      “I want to see them.” You were left defenseless in his arms, the arms of a boy you just met who had really nice hands and pretty eyes and an ice cold silver eyebrow ring. His fingers were running over the wounds, lifting up the sides of the bandage to peer at them through his raven bangs. He pulled you onto your bed and sat you on his lap, his fingers running back over the hoops in your ears. “We’ll work it out. We’ll be good together.” He had this goofy boy grin plastered onto his face, and his thumb brushed over the skin of your cheek. “Don’t you worry.”

      “Are you gonna fix me?”

      He laughed, his arms opening up wide, his dark chocolate orbs staring into yours. “Look at me. Do you think I’m someone who’s qualified enough to fix someone? I can’t fucking fix myself.” Your eyes skimmed over his figure, how the sleeves on his white Hanes shirt clung too tight to his biceps, how his jeans had holes in them that weren’t there when he bought them, how his hair was messily styled and obviously not taken care of, and how perfect his face was. His arms snaked their way back around you, his hands coming up to stroke your hair down. “But it’ll be okay. You need to stop that shit though. That’s not how we’re gonna roll.”

      “There is no ‘we.’” He chuckled and kissed your forehead, pulling the collar of your shirt down to expose more of your neck. His lips latched onto the sensitive skin, biting and sucking a bruise to mark you as his. He carried you to the mirror attached to your dresser, tilting your head so you could get a clear shot of his brand. 

      “That’s what you say now.”

      He was out the window before you could say anything more, before you could bring yourself to slap him across his beautiful face. So you stood there and stared at your neck, at the way he told you that he’ll make it better.

“I know. I know damn well I didn’t let your ass into my house.”

“Madea, do you want a balloon?”

“What the–,” Madea screeches, jumping, whirling around to see a demented clown with glowing yellow eyes and buck, pointed teeth staring at her with drool dripping down his face.  Her brows furrowed together as she leaned against the counter with her left hand on her hips before she looks to the clown, the front door, the windows then the clown again.  “I know…I know damn well I didn’t let your ass into my house.  How the hell do you know my name anyway?”

He gave her a giggle.  “I know everyone’s name.”

“Yeah? And who are you? The crackhead clown?” She laughed, a lone brow raising up as she continued on with her usual jabbering, not paying attention to the fact that the clown had taken a few steps closer. “…What’chu doing being all dressed up like that for? The circus ain’t been around here for some time.  You look like you stuck your damn finger in a light socket.  Hell, your forehead so big it could be used to as an airport is what it is.”

She cackled.

“I’m Pennywise the dancing clown.”  Pennywise swallowed and held out a balloon to her. “Here’s a balloon.  Take it.”

“No, I don’t want no damn balloon!”  As he took another step towards her she took a step back. “Get any closer and I be laying your creepy ass out.” Another step. “Oh Lort have mercy…lort have mercy I’m gonna send this crackhead clown to the aslyum is what I’m gonna do.”

Behind the Walls (Chapter 11)

Behind the Walls Masterlist

Pairng: Professor!Bucky X Reader

Words: 1,573

Warnings: Cursing!

Summary: You are currently getting your PhD in Art History, your dissertation being about The Power of Nudity in Art. Your advisor recommends you switch from being her TA to another professor because she feels her health is declining and wants you to get the best help/advice from someone new. She recommends Dr. James Barnes and believes he will be of great help to you. Things don’t turn out as you plan.

A/N: My second round of midterms start by the end of this week. I really sometimes hate school. I know this chapter might be a bit boring but I am trying to set up the next chapter which might involve some new development in their relationship! ;D Let me know if you want to be tagged please…and comment about any errors also! And thank you to everyone for the support :)


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Imagine #14 You Are Mine

Originally posted by mimivoguefdf

You know how most celebrities don’t go to the supermarket themselves? I’m not like most celebrities. Perhaps it’s because I’m not that famous, I’m only known in Spain for my singing career and maybe some foreign people know me. Anyways, I love to buy my own groceries, for I love to cook. That leads to me entering the supermarket right now. I came to get some fruit, sweets and vegetables. I looked at the vegetables they had and grabbed a few. I continued walking to the fruit section, sometimes stopping to take a picture with someone. Once there I scanned the kind of fruits they had when I suddenly heard lots of noise coming from something like 6 meters behind me. It was definitely young men laughing and talking loudly. I rolled my eyes hearing the sounds increase before grabbing some strawberries. I had just put them in my shopping cart when someone bumped into me from behind making me bump into the boxes of fruit. I let out a groan followed by a loud sigh. I’m pretty sure it was one of those men I just heard. I turned around and came face to face with someone who I think was Neymar Jr, the famous FC Barcelona player.

“You should watch where you’re going.” I told him with a stern voice.

“Sorry, my friend pushed me and I lost my ba-” He started explaining.

“Save it. You may be Barcelona’s hot shot, but I don’t work that way.” I winked at him.

“Fair enough, thank god you’re butt broke my fall.” He winked back.

My eyes widened, “Are you trying to insult my butt?”

“What? No, on the contrary!”

“Oh wait… Weren’t you the one who tweeted, and I quote, ‘Y/N has one of the best *peach emoji*’? I recalled.

He looked like he was blushing and I could hear his friends laughing in the back.

"Uhh… yeah… I mean… That was like a year ago, I was still a boy back then. And I didn’t even mean it like that, it was just a bet.” He rambled, not making any sense. I doubt he himself knows what he is saying.

“Sure it was a bet.”

“It really was a bet.” He assured me, though I could tell he was lying so I raised one eyebrow and gave him a look.

“It was not a bet.” He admitted at last.

“I knew it. Then what did you mean with that tweet?”

“I… uhh… What did I mean?” He asked himself a rhetorical question.

I shook my head disapprovingly and continued walking, Neymar automatically following me, “If this is your way of flirting, Neymar, you’re doing a terrible job and I’m still waiting on an answer.”

His friends were about dying of laughter, standing just 2 meters away from us. One of them shouted, “Grow some balls and just tell her, dude.”

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One time I posted Jimins abs and someone asked me to post Yoongi’s abs. Yoongi doesn’t usually have abs so I made this 

lets start off with a little bit of ‘Fuk Me Rite Up’ Yoongi, I love this pic, his forhead is a rareity and also that HAIR IS BLACK

and here is 'Forehead Selca’ Yoongi

“DaMn Look at that NECK!’ Yoongi

this gif manages to capture "Intense Eyes’ Yoongi

'Can II Suck On Yo Lips, Please?’ Yoongi

"That One Time He Had Abs’ Yoongi

'Soft Tummy’ Yoongi

'My Hands Are More Beautiful Than Yours’ Yoongi

"Bubble Butt’ Yoongi

'I Love Those Jeans On His Legs’ Yoongi

Aaaaand more picture of Yoongi, just because I can and why not

and here are accurate pictures of me

sorry for this long AF post

I’ve always had issues with the way my body has been for as long as I can remember. I’ve never had a good relationship with food, I’ve always struggled with weight, and I’ve always cared too much about what myself and other people think of my body, but now I’m starting to get to the point where I don’t care - I don’t care what other people think, I don’t really care what the voices in the back of my head think. It’s my body, and I have the ability to change it if I so wish, but for now I think I’m okay with it. I don’t know that I’ll ever love the skin I’m in; but for now, I’m content with it.

not to be dramatic but i better be seeing 7 foreheads alive, well and glowin at the amas or else i will personally fly over to LA with the 3$ i have in my bank account and cut their hair myself snip snip bitch 

Can't Take My Eyes Off You

Aigonorus x Reader

You weren’t sure if it was the uniform, or the fact that you hadn’t seen him in over a week, but something was definitely working for Aigonorus tonight. You could barely take your eyes off him the whole way home from work. He came to pick you up, and he looked even more gorgeous tonight. And his scent was intoxicatingly sexy. As he had strode over to you he lifted his hand and ran his fingers thru his hair and you had to try not to fall over. He was so handsome.

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anonymous asked:

me, walking with my hood up in a dark alley: u got any of those good trindel hcs?


-Mendel and Trina are the couple who will not just hold hands, but fcukin SWING THEM. You know.

-Every Friday, they try their best to do something sweet for each other. Like Trina will buy Mendel breakfast, or vice versa, or Mendel will carry Trina’s bags for her. Just little things.

-Let’s say Trina is in a Bad Mood. “Don’t you dare do it,” she says to Mendel. “Don’t do the thing.” Mendel, against Trina’s warnings, smiles. And Trina thinks it’s literally the Best thing on earth and fuckin melts. 

-Twenty dollars says all of Trina’s snapchat is dedicated to Mendel Weisenbachfeld!! her angel!! her sweetheart!! her life!! And he is always so embarrassed (”Trina what the hell is this photo I look like a damn Gremlin”) but so flattered?? bc FUCK YEAH??

-Forehead touching after they kiss. Okay thanks.