especially his jokes

dan is a good and lovely person pass it on

Mac Watching The Stripper: A Background Event

conflicted || clay jensen

prompt: 13reasonswhy16q7w asked: Your recent imagine was so good I was wondering if you could write one with clay were he slowly starts to fall in love with the reader but has a hard time with it because he feels like it’s wrong because of everything with Hannah but he gives in :)

warnings: swearing

a/n: hannah is alive in this imagine ! also i have about 3 more 13rw requests, im pretty excited i hope i can get them done. as always feedback is appreciated and requests are open


Clay had met you at the Crestmont Movie Theater. You had walked in alone and ordered a small popcorn with a drink. Clay had used Hannah’s trick and only put butter on the top of the popcorn. And soon enough, in the middle of the movie, you had came out and asked for more butter. You and Clay had started talking while Hannah was witnessing it. It turns out you were new to Crestmont, and had only moved there 2 weeks ago.

Once you said your goodbyes and gave Clay your number, Hannah had began to tease Clay. “You totally did the butter thing, which was a good idea. She’s really cute.” Hannah claimed, leaving Clay’s face a tomato red. So the next Monday, you started going to Liberty High and where you ran into none other than Clay Jensen. “Hey.” You greeted him with a bright smile on your face, leading to butterflies forming in Clay’s stomach. “Hey Y/N.” He greeted with an equally bright smile.

“So you come here now?” Clay asked, trying to make the situation less awkward. “Yes I do Jensen, and I was hoping you could give me a tour of the school.” You hinted, giving Clay a playful nudge. Clay let out a laugh before bringing his arm, motioning towards. “Shall we get started madam?” He asked to which you let out a laugh. As Clay gave you a tour of the school, he couldn’t help but notice your features. How you genuinely listened to him and smiled and laugh at his dumb jokes, especially his Star Wars ones. God he was developing feelings for you.

“Fuck.” Clay muttered but you heard him. “Something wrong?” You asked, Clay giving you a smile and reassuring you nothing was wrong. But something was wrong. Clay had always liked Hannah, and they were on good terms. Hannah may have even liked him back, but once you came into the picture he couldn’t help but feel his heart stop when he saw you smile. But Clay pushed away his feelings, brushing them off as a small crush and was nothing serious.

After a course of 2 months, Clay’s feelings for you had grown greatly, to the point where he couldn’t even speak without stuttering. “You’re more nervous than usual.” You pointed out, as you and Clay walked home. For once he didn’t have that god damn bike. “What d-do you m-mean? I-I’m cool.” He replied, leaving to laugh. The two of you continued to walk in silence, until you spoke up. “So how are you and Hannah? You guys are a great couple.” Clay stopped walking. “Oh, Hannah and I aren’t a couple.” Clay clarified and you laughed. “Really, I could’ve sworn you guys were.”

“We’re not though. Hannah and I are kinda drifting apart, I realized I liked another girl. Hannah doesn’t know though. It seems wrong.” Clay explained and you nodded your head. “Do I know the girl?” You ask, the two of you still walking. “Pretty well.” Clay answers, laughing softly. Clay started thinking, would Hannah really minded if he and Y/N started dating? The three of them are best friends, and Clay would always tell Hannah everything, so Clay took a chance.

“Y/N, can I tell you something?” Clay asked and you turned to face him. “Of cou-” But you were cut off by Clay pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was passionate and long, so when the two of you both pulled away, you were both trying to catch your breath. “What the hell, who would’ve thought Clay Jensen liked me.” You smirked. “Well you’re pretty amazing.” Clay then walked you home and then off he went to his house and texted Hannah some good news.

Through the Ages

This is my first request and ended up being longer than usual, but I think it’s really good. 

Pairing: Laurens x reader

Warning: making out, I guess

Requested: Yes, @secretschuylersister requested #56 ( “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?”)   with Laurens.

Requests are super open.

Word Count: 2680

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You met John Laurens the day you were born. Since you were fresh from the womb, and he was only one, it’s safe to say neither one of you remembers that day. However, his parents and your parents, being old friends and next door neighbors, remember it very vividly. They love to tell you how John sat next to you in the hospital bed and was completely memorized by you, a tiny, slightly pink baby.

It often times made him blush, especially when his parents joked that he was taken with you since birth.

You were six and John was seven when John declared you to be his best friend. It was your first day at school and you were headed out to recess, where all the first graders were playing. You saw John and ran over to him. You thought his friends would accept you just like John. Instead they sneered at you because you were a girl.

“You can’t play over here with us. Go sit on the swings and gossip with the other girls,” one boy said.

“Guys, it’s okay. She’s my best friend. She’s cool,” John insisted.

“Then you can go gossip with the girls too,” the other boy chimed in.

“Fine,” John grabbed your hand and tugged you away. You smiled at John.

“Thank you,” you said, as the two of you sat on the swings.

“Anytime,” John smiled his lopsided grin.

From then on, that’s the way you always spent recess.

You were ten and John was eleven when John stopped seeing you as just his best friend.

You were both sitting on the hill near your homes. It was the last day of summer. John was stressed about school, and you were trying to cheer him up. Your jokes were corny, but John couldn’t help but be completely enamored by your laugh. He couldn’t even remember what you two had been talking about.

He turned to look at you, deep in though.

“I could marry you, you know?” John blurted out. You turned to look at him and smile.

“Let’s do it then. Promise me, you’ll marry me, and I’ll marry you,” you smiled.

On that day, John couldn’t imagine he’d ever marry anyone else. He sat his head on your shoulder in content. The sun went down and reflected in your eyes. He couldn’t seem to look away from your beauty.

“You know what married people do?” he mumbled. “They kiss.”

“Kiss?” you said surprised.

“I mean, we’re gonna kiss someday. Why not kiss each other first?” he shrugged. You smiled.

“Sure,” you leaned in.

The kiss was a hot mess, but the two of you were happy and content in that moment.

You were thirteen and John was fourteen when you realized you loved John as well. John got back from a month long vacation in New York during the summer. He knew that was where you wanted to go when you graduated, so he snapchatted you a bunch. However, when John got home, you took notice of how much taller he was and how much deeper his voice had gotten.

“John!” you called. He had come over to your house the moment he had gotten home.

“Y/n!” John yelled, engulfing you in a hug.

“Look at you! You’re so much taller now!” you marveled.

“Yeah, puberty does that to you,” John smiled a lopsided smile. “You wanna go sit since it’s actually late and I start high school like tomorrow?”

“Sure,” you smiled. You couldn’t help but notice the way his hazel eyes sparkled in the dimming sunlight.

The path wasn’t far and the two of you plopped down to watch the sunset. You leaned over to look at him. He had his lip in between his teeth in deep thought.

“You okay?” you asked.

He turned to face you in surprise.

“Hm? Oh yeah. I’m just…nervous about tomorrow I guess,” he smiled weakly.

“Don’t be,” you said. You felt a weight in your chest before speaking softly. “Uhm…and if you should find you don’t really have time for me anymore, I understand,” you said, not letting him see your sad face.

“No,” he said. He grabbed your face in his hands to make you look at him. “I’m gonna be here. We promised to get married, remember?” you both giggled at the memory.

You both got quiet and the silence grew thick as you were both close. You saw for the first time the way his hair curled around his face. The way his freckles made a map of his face. The way his eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes.

You took a leap of faith and leaned. John was quick to close the tiny gap. In your mind, you saw fireworks as the two of you kissed.

You pulled apart breathless.

“We should head home,” John murmured. You both sat in the dark now, the beautiful sunset long gone. You nodded in agreement, but your mind was running with thoughts of John. You were in love.

That same year, you almost lost a best friend. John took you up on your offer of being too busy to see you. That year, he saw you nine times. Your parents had dinner every month, and that was the only time John was ever free to hang with you.

You tried not to let it bother you. John deserved happiness and friends, and he had that.

In the night, you couldn’t stop the thoughts from creeping in.

That summer, however, things went back to a more tense version of normal. You were nervous about high school. John was nervous about making the baseball team. There was still the tension of not talking to you for a whole year.

When you started your freshman year, John looked out for you. Your friends were in the same social group, yet there was always an unspoken division of boys and girls.

That year John had a perpetual blush on his face. His friends teased him endlessly about his crush on you, but your friends did exactly the same. Things were going perfectly, until John got a girlfriend.

You were fifteen and John was sixteen the first time you both experienced a heartbreak.

It was around this time you realized John was actually hot. He had grown up nicely. John was noticing the same things about you. You had started to fill out, and John’s friends were taking notice. John had to constantly smack the backs of his friends’ heads for making comments on your appearance right in front of you.

John’s friend Charles Lee was the one who finally asked you out. He was notorious for being a fuckboy, but you were naïve, and John was too busy with his girlfriend to notice you. You said yes, even though you didn’t want to.

You and Charles had a lovely date at the movies, until he drove off into a little clearing. You were just thinking how lovely it would be to have an older boyfriend as a freshman. He could be your summer romance, and then for sophomore year, you’d have an upper classman as a boyfriend.

However, Charles had another idea.

“So, how did you like tonight?” he asked.

“It was incredible. Thank you,” you smiled shyly.

“Well, maybe I could show you something more incredible,” Charles smirked.

“What could be more incredible than tonight?” you asked naively. Charles just chuckled before leaning over to kiss you. The kiss was nothing like with John from forever ago. It was too pushy and needy. Soon Charles pushed his tongue into your mouth and clawed at the hem of your shirt. You pushed him off of you.

“Stop. I don’t want this,” you frowned.

“Come on. Don’t be such a prude,” Charles murmured, going to kiss you again.  

“No,” you pushed him back. Charles just stared at you shaking his head.

“I knew you were always Laurens’s whore,” he spat, driving you home.

Tears formed in your eyes, and when you got home, you wanted to run straight to your room. John however, was outside waiting to see how your date went, when he saw the tears in your eyes. When he asked what was wrong, you couldn’t help but spill the whole story, crying even harder. He hugged you tight, muttering things about Charles.

The next day, he found Charles laughing with your friends and slammed him against the lockers.

“John! Stop! He’s not worth it,” you said your voice cracking. John repressed the words he wanted to say. Instead, he pulled back and let a puff of angry air out. His girlfriend came by like she did every morning to whisk him away to make out. There you were, heartbroken and alone. Charles didn’t love you, but that didn’t sting as much as knowing that John didn’t love you like you wanted him to.

John’s heartbreak came the next school year, when you were a sophomore and he was a junior. It was a few days before his seventeenth birthday. The two of you were born one year and two days apart, and you were excited to show John what you had gotten him. It was a wedding ring as a joke, since you two promised to get married.

John’s newest girlfriend had other plans. For his seventeenth birthday, she was going to give him herself. A few days before John’s birthday, she did just that, after only one month of dating. That didn’t sound like the John you knew, and it only added to the long list of heartbreak. However, soon after she broke up with him. John cried.

You two sat on the hill for the first time since middle school, staring into the sunset. John’s head was in your lap, and you were lightly running your fingers through his hair.

“I thought she loved me…I thought she was gonna want to stay with me, but it turns out she didn’t know I was a virgin. She was only in it for the sex,” he couldn’t look you in the eye.

“She sucks. I’m sorry,” you said, not knowing what else to say.

“I’m done with stupid love and shit,” he grumbled. You had planned on giving him his gift tonight, but that seemed to be in poor taste now.

“Promise me something,” John said, sitting up to look you in the eyes.

“Sure,” you crinkled your brow.

“Save yourself for someone who loves you,” he said, urgently. “Don’t make my mistakes.”

“H-How do I know if they love me, though?” you stammered.

“If you can’t decide, just…save yourself for me then,” he rambled out, surprising himself.

“You?” you asked surprised.

“Yeah. If you’re ready and you don’t want it to be some stranger, I’ll be there,” he smiled. He wanted to add “because I love you” but he wasn’t that bold just yet.

“S-sure,” you stammered again blushing.

You looked down, but John tilted your head up. You looked into each other’s eyes for a moment before kissing passionately. John slowly pushing you down into the grass. You slowly began to lift your hands up into his shirt. He broke the kiss momentarily to slip your shirt off. John kissed down your neck softly, then he began to suck on one spot, nibbling on it slightly. You moaned out in response. After a minute, when you were sure, he’d left a hickey, he suddenly pulled back.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, sadness in his eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

You were too stunned to tell him it was okay. Your mind screamed at you to tell him how much you liked it, how much you liked him. Instead, you sat there. He ran home. You slipped on your shirt.

You slowly drifted apart after that night.

It didn’t take long for the hickey to fade, but it never faded from your memory. It constantly tormented the both of your minds. You wondered if it meant John loved you. John wondered if you enjoyed it and loved him.

You were seventeen and John was eighteen the time the two of you finally fucked. Although, you wanted it to be sweet and slow and nice sex. You knew immediately after that it was a casual fuck.

You and John had found your way together at a party, drunkenly reconnecting. By some grace, you actually made drunk plans for dinner the next night.

That night John couldn’t keep his eyes off the way you filled out so nicely, and you couldn’t keep your mind from wondering about how he had developed.

The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

The dinner ended with nothing substantial happening, however, when you got to the street you both lived on, both of you fully aware your parents were away on vacation together, things picked up.

“So,” John began. “Did you ever…met someone you loved?” John asked. You fully understood what he was implying.

“Never,” you whispered, leaning in close. “Although, I think I’ll take your advice from forever ago…” you trailed off.

That was all it took. John slammed his lips into yours. You trusted him, although in hindsight he was going to graduate and leave in about ten days. You should have known.

You should have known the way his hands knew just what to do was muscle memory. You should have known this was routine for him.

But the way his body pressed against yours. The closeness you felt with the man you loved. You couldn’t hardly stop yourself and justify it in that moment to your needy brain.
I was incredible, but short lived.

Lying there after, you felt vulnerable and stupid. He rolled right onto his side and began to fall asleep. You sat up, embarrassed. He couldn’t actually love you.

His arm shot up and pulled you back to the bed.

“Stay,” he mumbled. So, you stayed. This changed nothing.

The next Monday, John’s last Monday, everything was the same.

You ignored John. When he graduated, you took one forced photo with him. You didn’t see him for a while after that.

You were twenty-two and John was twenty-three the next time you saw him.

You had finally moved to New York. You had gotten into Columbia college, but had forgotten John was going to graduate school there until one fateful day.

John was rustling around with his friends when he saw you. He wasn’t sure if it was you, until Alex started calling out your name.

“You know her?” John whispered to Alex.

“Yeah, I’m the teacher’s assistant in her intro to law class,” Alex replied as you walked over.

“Hi, y/n! These are my friends, Hercules, Lafayette, and Laur-“ you cut him off

“John?” you asked hesitantly.

“Hey, y/n. Can we talk?” John asked.

“Uhm…We’ll just go now,” Alex said looking suspiciously between you and John, before raising an eyebrow at John, suggestily.

You and John started to walk.

“So…Uhm…It’s been a while,” he began. You scoffed.

“Yeah,” you said coldly.

“So why’d you ignore me after we…” he trailed off, hurt lacing his voice.

“Fucked?” you finished. “Because, you were just going to leave me anyway. You just wanted my virginity for some power trip or something.”

“You have to believe me. That’s not what I meant to do,” he said, his sad eyes betraying the anger in his voice.

“You can’t prove it. You just feel bad about it,” you yelled back.

“Yeah, well what if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?” he yelled, his patience gone.

You instantly softened.

“Y-you have?” you asked. He nodded his head in response.

“Well, if you were to say that, I would probably tell you I’ve been in love with you since I was thirteen?” you smiled.

“I’d probably do this,” John leaned down to capture your lips in his. From somewhere in the distance, his friends cheered.

You were twenty-four and John was twenty-five when the two of you got married, and your lives began.

4

jiyong is so lovely and precious in every way

Hetalia Headcanon #58

America has an entire folder with pictures of Canada asleep in places he shouldn’t be. He takes those pictures as blackmail/teasing material (they’re siblings, after all) but then when he looks at them more clearly he always notices the dark circles under Canada’s eyes, how exhausted he looks, and he can’t bring himself to use them. He still doesn’t delete them, however.

AU where dadsona is a real vampire and thinks Damien will be pleased but instead he’s terrified beyond words

Damien giggles helplessly as they stumble through the door of his lover’s home. Dad’s grip on his waist is tighter than he would usually hold him, made bolder by the presence of a little alcohol in their systems.

He’s pressed to the door more gently once it’s closed, though, and they can hardly kiss between their own silly laughter. Dad eventually settles on ducking his head lower to press kisses against Damien’s neck instead, and he immediately quiets to small hums of appreciation instead.

He has his fingers tied up in Dad’s hair, enjoying the feeling of his lips and tongue against his skin when he feels a playful nip of teeth. Damien can’t help but let out a small groan, and Dad immediately pulls back to stare him in the eye.

“You know…” Dad says quietly, pressing their foreheads together, “there’s something I’ve been… meaning to tell you.”

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Clone Wars But With Blogs

Anakin: those really negative text posts like “yes i have mental problems, no i dont work on them, yes theyre probably gonna ruin my life someday” “highkey wanna die but lowkey want a milkshake so idk” also robotics nerd stuff and reposted XKCD comics

Obi-Wan: 200% the most hipster aesthetic blog. Waterfalls. Incredibly attractive people in purple lighting. Pictures of sunsets. *~*~follow for more pastel inner peace~*~*

Ahsoka: shitposting and only semi-ironic “reblog this if ur a true 90s kid” she sends anakin the entire bee movie script at least once a month

Padme: SJW hell and maybe some puns once in a while. those posts where somebody says a shitty thing and like six other users just pile onto the post and drag the shit out of them.

Rex: like three text posts complaining about how the site works, all made two years ago

Satine: SJW hell and those posts that are like “you assholes BETTER not have put 6 PS1s down a toilet for The Aesthetic” followed by the picture of 6 PS1s down a toilet captioned with “GODDAMMIT”

anonymous asked:

I was wondering, where does your url come from? Like what's the meaning of it?

It comes from an old episode of Game Theory! I’m not sure which episode in particular, but back when Matt used to do credits at the end of each episode there was one where he referred to himself as ‘The six and a half dollar man’ and, as a perpetually broke individual, it resonated with me.

http://prctip.tumblr.com/post/155690602526/some-of-my-favorite-credits-from-game-theory but to be more specific here’s a link to the post I got the name from!

anonymous asked:

18 for Rowaelin?? 💕💕

18. What “turns them on”

  • for Aelin: his smell
  • She absolutely fucking loves the way he smells. The pine and snow and the cold and the way he smells like home. It’s not a turn on until they’re kissing each other and she catches a whiff and then absolutely devours him.
  • for Rowan: besides her wearing gold her tattoos
  • This may seem odd, but he is attracted to her for her strength, her power, and her perseverance. Whenever he sees them, he remembers giving them to her, how intimate that was and how much love he felt for her in those moments. He loves tracing them with his lips and whispering how much he loves her. 
  • Aelin also absolutely loves the sight of his canines and loves it when he bites her. 
  • Rowan loves Aein’s laugh. It takes all he has not to just scoop her up and take her right there when she laughs. (Especially when it’s at his jokes she’s laughing at). 
  • Even though Aelin complains, her need for Rowan spikes whenever he gets jealous. She loves how territorial he gets because she is his and he is hers. And because of this obsession, the word that is usually her undoing is Rowan whispering “Mine” in her ear. As she falls over the edge, she shouts “Yours!”

send me a ship and a number for headcanons!!!!!!

anonymous asked:

RFA+Saeran reacting to MC who is actually a fairytale character

interesting! hope you enjoy anon!


Zen:

Originally posted by crivil

- are you telling me that you are the Snow White?

- he knew you had to be someone special because you are so beautiful, I mean, you are the fairest one of all

- he is totally mesmerised by your charm and beauty even more


Yoosung:

Originally posted by etudiant-en-ph2

- woah… did you like come out from a story book?? or a movie?? or a??

- he just goes on and on about how cool it is and wonders if his LOLLOL characters can come to live too

- he wants to know all about you and how it’s different from the Sleeping Beauty version everyone knows

- and he’s like a little kid all over again listening to a fairytale story from a fairytale character herself


Jaehee:

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

- she loves and envies your long hair because she can’t grow her hair out because of her job

- but then you said you’re Rapunzel and she’s shock

- oh my god you’re an actual life princess

- she’s freaking out because she thinks that so cool

- but she feels very apologetic because you were locked up in a tower for so long 


Jumin:

Originally posted by teamfreewill-imagine

- Cinderella? The one who got mistreated by her stepmother and stepsisters?

- he’ll get you the best lawyer straight away and make sure they will get what they deserve

- and by the way isn’t a glass slipper very uncomfortable?

- don’t worry, I’ll get you the best shoes from whichever brand you want you name it


Seven:

Originally posted by twenty-one-pilots-trees

- you’re Queen Elsa???!?!

- so you can shoot snow out of your palms right omg so cool!!!|||!!! this kid is high on phD pepper save him

- he treats you like royalty immediately

- and you can definitely count on him for all the snow puns and jokes, especially his favourite line “man, that’s cold!”


Saeran:

Originally posted by ba1n3s

- you’re Alice? so you’ve been to Wonderland?

- that’s a real messed up place

- and you got out of it so good for you

- totally gets it and he’s glad you’re still okay after the whole insane trip

coololdsoulpoetlove  asked:

How do the squad and SMFDRs make reader laugh? 😂😂😂

alex

  • he makes you laugh unintentionally when he rants about jefferson
    • “i’m going to be the DJ at his funeral, (y/n)”
    • “i don’t know…i just kind of want him to die already”
    • “if he was on fire right in front of me and i had a cup of water…i’d drink it”
    • “he makes me wish i had more middle fingers”
  • laf and herc tell you not to encourage him but you can’t help it
  • sometimes if you’re feeling down, he shows you his twitter account
    • there’s plenty of fights between the two of them that make you laugh

john

  • tells the absolute worst jokes
  • he’ll lean in really close and be like “hey” 
  • and you’re like “oh boy”
  • and he’ll lean in even closer and be like “why don’t they play poker in the jungle? … because there’s too many cheetahs! get it? g-get it?”
    • humor him okay,,
  • if that doesn’t work, he’ll tickle you

laf

  • he’s the type to be unintentionally funny
  • it’s in the way he’ll do certain things or say certain phrases
    • “it’s not rocket surgery”
    • “not the brightest pencil in the drawer”
  • he can be really dramatic so his facial expressions make you laugh too
    • if someone says an especially dirty joke, his eyes get so big and he looks ready to drag you all to church

herc

  • he’s got a lot of really funny stories so if you look like you need a laugh, he’ll sit down beside you and be like 
    • “did i tell you what happened on my 18th birthday?”
    • and you’re like “uh…no?” 
  • herc’s life is actually pretty funny/exciting but he’s so quiet so you’d never expect it
  • it makes it even funnier
  • he’ll send you memes from time to time
  • he’s really good at impersonating people
    • the one that always makes you laugh is his impersonation of laf
    • it’s purposely really bad
    • he’ll clear his throat and kind of sit up straighter but all he’ll say is “oui oui baguette” 
    • laf will just spiral and lecture hercules that there is more to him than “yes yes french bread”
    • it’s all in good fun though

thomas

  • like herc he’s got a lot of funny stories
    • like they genuinely make you laugh so hard you cry
  • his stories are really random like he has to be reminded of it 
    • anything can trigger him and before you know it he’s like “okay so when i was in college,,” and he’ll just keep talking
    • and when he’s done you look at him like “you got all that from making me a grilled cheese?” 
    • and he’s like “yeah..guess so” 
  • most people don’t know this about thomas but he can be a little clumsy
    • sometimes you laugh a little when he’ll stumble but he’ll play it off like nothing happened
    • thomas: “uh…you didn’t see that”
    • you, snickering: “i didn’t know it was possible to trip on nothing”
    • thomas: “..shut up” 
  • he’s really serious on his hair regime
    • it’s kind of funny when you’ll walk past his bedroom and he’s adding in yet another hair product to make his curls more voluminous
    • he’s a diva but you love him

james

  • he too is unintentionally funny
  • he’s insanely blunt
    • thomas: “hey, jemmy do you want to go out this weekend”
    • james: “honestly no”
  • thomas and him are especially mean to each other and their banter always makes you laugh 
    • thomas rolls his eyes a lot so james always says “keep rolling your eyes thomas, maybe you’ll find a brain back there”
    • and you’re always like “jaMES”
    • he’s a bit of a savage
    • see also: “thomas, please be one of the pallbearer at my funeral so you can let me down one last time”
  • he’s got this sort of self-deprecating humor too
    • james: “oh no i lost it” 
    • you: “lost what?” 
    • james: “my will to live/my desire to care/etc.” 
  • it’s mostly his facial expressions that crack you up
    • he’s got this look that he does when he doesn’t believe what another person is saying
    • he just stares and narrows his eyes at them like “…okay”
    • it’s the funniest thing to you, you can’t explain it

aaron

  • he too has this self-deprecating humor but he’s not as bad as james
    • he’s a little more cheerful overall
  • very very sarcastic
    • like 95% of his sentences are sarcastic
    • he’ll look at you and he kind of smiles when he sees you laughing when his sarcasm flies over another person’s head
    • especially thomas–thomas just kind of stops talking, glares, and eventually talks again 
    • you and aaron are like cracking up
  • he’s also unintentionally funny
  • he does this thing when he’s really tired where he’ll mix up his words
    • aaron, absentmindedly: “and i left my car in my keys”
    • aaron: “…wait”
  • he’s learned to laugh at himself so he doesn’t really mind when he makes little mistakes like that

Headcanon that when cycling back to the front after being swallowed by the pack, Onoda accidentally calls Arakita ‘dad’ in his panic.

Manami finds this so funny when they reach their teams and Toudou rants at them for falling behind he replies with 'it’s ok mum, dad looked after us’

Toudou doesn’t know whether to be most offended that he’s the mum or that he’s the mum to Arakita’s dad.

They Find Out Their Makeup Artist is a Cross Dresser (BTS)

Requested by a lovely anon <3 (M2F cross dresser, and they find out because the other makeup artists/helper girls keep calling her oppa)

*Don’t own the gif/s yo*

Author: Taebaby

NAMJOON 남준:  I think he’d be surprised, since you looked so feminine, but I really don’t think it would change his opinion of you. If anything, he’d be even more impressed with your makeup skills

YOONGI 윤기: He wouldn’t care, your personal life being your own. He wouldn’t think anny differently of you but he might tell the other girls to stop calling you oppa

HOSEOK 호석: He’d be very surprised and ask you why you never said anything, but wouldn’t push the subject if you didn’t want to talk about it

SEOKJIN 석진: He also would prob stand up for you a bit, and tell the others to call you noona, since he believes everyone deserves respect

JIMIN 지민:  He might get a little more playful with his joking and flirting, tailoring his jokes especially for you to make you laugh

TAEHYUNG 태형: He’d also wonder why you kept it a secret, but he wouldn’t ask, knowing everyone has things they don’t like sharing

JUNGKOOK 정국: He might blink a few times, but he’d chime in and say to the others ‘Do not call this noona or me oppa, do you understand? We are not your oppas

Ducktales 2017 headcannon Part 3

Louie is not really evil.
Might sound an obvious starting point, but let me expand. He’s nicknamed that because of his dry wit and dark sense of humour and he probably has a love of horror books/movies as well.
He probably as well (judging from the trialers so far) isn’t as emotional/expressive as the rest of his family. It takes a lot to get him to even allow tears in his eyes.
His family know/understand this and although his brothers, especially,make jokes about him being the ‘evil triplet’ they never really seriously mean it.

However - this may not be obvious for non-Duck/McDuck family members (and will almost certainly take Webby a few episodes to get used to) so what I’m thinking is this leads to either Magica De Spell or Deweys nemisis (for more on that check out my previous headcanon) kidnapping him, probably to try and get him to participate in an evil magic spell or something.

Or maybe they’ll mind-control him.

Whichever way it happens the rest of the Duck family will have to band together to save him. (This may also be the perfect episode to introduce Gladstone? He could be a vital element of saving him)

Draw Me Like One Of Your French Girl !

Based on a number of @thranduilsperkybutt imagines (thanks to you dearie), but far away, eyes closed, in the night, behind a wall of 10 cm. Thanks to my delicious @merlincmgirl ! 😘

Alternative Universe, where you’re trying to work on an art school project, and Enjolras is totally happy to help you ! 😊

Originally posted by ame-r-chaucer


You were supposed to work on a minor art project for your school, and to be honest, all you had produced, returned to get naked, and try to climb over a wall with butter (contemporary art, haha! This joke).

You were sitting cross-legged in your living room back to the sofa, surrounded by paint tubes (because the paint is the base), the shirt of your best friend on you (why buy more clothes when he can do laundry) and a blur bun, finished with a paintbrush at the top of the head. Surrounding you were leaves covered essays, drawings. You had two days to make a project on “object design”. And of course, turning the wave of Hokusai into a sofa, it’s not a pretty good idea (actually, though, as a student, you didn’t have the means to buy Hokusai, or even buy some things, maybe you could buy the Greek art section of the Louvre though).

Pondering the pros and cons to plucking your legs (sometimes the pain helps you get ideas, rug wax hair, perhaps?), You hear a noise in your lock behind you, and your roommate/best friend/crush enters to the apartment. Enjolras put his bag next to the entrance, before leaning over your shoulder and giving you a sweet peck on the cheek. He was returning from another political rally at school, and he was still all pink cheeks, bright eyes, and dishevelled hair.

“So how’s it going?” he asked, giving you a once over.

“It fell instead. How was it today? There was Marcus and Grantaire?” you wondered, thinking about his just as enthusiastic friends.

He sat on the couch, and stooped to pick up some of your “works”. Turning some leaves (yes, that one was supposed to be upside down), he tried to cheer you up.

“It was pretty good, there were many people, we distributed leaflets, and we were kicked out of the public square by Javert (a supervisor). But that does not change much, there will be another meeting next week, do you want to come?” he asked, looking at you eagerly.

“To see you throw yourself into the crowd like a rock star, never!” you chuckled, shaking your head at him, (you couldn’t deny he was very cute when he got carried away about politics).

The Watching him spin your artwork, the leaves, around, you have felt the frustration mounting in you, and sent him flying all around the room, collapsing dramatically to the ground.

“Okay I give up! I never could finish this project on time! All it remains is for me to put myself on a cross and await my punishment! Executioner, to your office!” you cried out dramatically, because really the stress was getting too much.

Enjolras looked at you with an amused smile, began to undress, took a pineapple lamp (because yes, we have a pineapple lamp in our living room) and spread himself out in front of you by placing the lamp before him.

“Draw me like on of your French girl!” he teased, eyes twinkling mischeviously.

He was staring at you, literally falling bugue; with a small smirk and a wink. He grabbed a brush with his toes and handed it to you. You take it gently with a sheet, some red, and start to paint it (you never know, sometimes it takes you to see something, maybe a lamppost or a Greek heroic nude, to notice the beauty of the thing).


P.D.V. Enjolras


I watched (Y/N) gradually working her painting, her eyes plunged into space, a few strands falling on her forehead. She tended to gently bite her lower lip unconsciously in all her concentration.

I had only one desire, to throw off the pineapple, and go kiss her, pull her to meet me on my knees, as close as we could possibly get to each other. Dig into the heat of her throat, maybe, let run my hands along her ribs and go lower gradually.

I was interrupted in my thoughts when I saw her bend over to grab another color, then another, follow the contour of the fingers of her work.


**** Small transition, because I’m really anywhere to write his views ****

P.D.V. Normal


He had posed for nearly two hours now, and you ended up working on socks worthy adornment in Avatar (and when you say that, you think that of Tsu'tey, you know, the red horned) and the rest of its superb individual was to serve as support.

You noticed that you were transfixed during this session on his pose, you felt altogether awkward at first. That said, you looked at him too, so let’s say it’s equal. You had almost finished working, the only remaining work was at the bottom.

You start to ask him what he felt about your “work” while storing your colors away, when suddenly he stood up, reached out to grab your elbow, and pulled you close to him. His hands rested gently on your side, your face a few centimeters from his. He watched for a few seconds, before finally asking for your permission before he kissed you softly. It really was a contrast with the idea that you had of him, you expect it to be hot, rough, like his public character. It was just the opposite in fact, it was sweet, moving his lips against yours, before gently follow the curve of your jaw. He gently grabbed the hem of your (his) shirt, his hands skimming your side before pulling it over your head.


**** New transition, but a week after ****


You run through the hallways, swerving and sliding between the students currently on their way to the output (Hello, Monsieur Javert, beautiful day, huh! No, no, I’m not running in the hallways). Arriving outside, you saw Enjolras and Marius stood among the other students.

They had reached the end of their speeches and had begun to distribute leaflets when Enjolras caught your eye and smiled widely.

He jumped from the platform, pushing through the crowd to get to you, and picked you up before you sigh gently into his kiss (Is it a sigh of disappointment, ladies, I mean really?)

“Is there a reason for that Javert racing after you like that?” he said close to your ear.

“I thought it would make you happy to see me challenge authority; especially his. Joking apart, I just received my note for Design class” you told him excitedly.

“Hmm?” he whispered, his hands on your waist, while yours were on his neck.

“A B+, but yet I do not know, whether it is socks or because of you.”

“Who is your teacher, again?”

“Valjean.”

“So it’s totally for socks.”

Hopefully Grantaire does not stumble upon it, he will totally love it, maybe steal it and use if for your next banner. And I much prefer to keep this show to myself” you flirted, grinning widely.

He chuckled against your throat, before grabbing your hand and leading you quietly to the apartment. And needless to say that you have inaugurated the tradition of wearing and including socks in all situations: drawings, sex, crockery, sex, sleep, and laundry.