for his face as well

anonymous asked:

Ok what is happening with the host my heart can't handle all of this

Amy uncovers Host’s eyes with his permission, and when Host sees her, really sees her for the first time. He almost doesn’t notice the way he sees her as she was when she was a little girl all the way to the elderly woman she will hopefully one day live to be. It’s all Amy, and he just smiles even though he sees all the good with all the bad all at once.

Amy quickly covers his eyes again so that he won’t be too overwhelmed. “Host… your eyes look… different.”

Host tilts his head to the side as the image of Amy’s face still burns into his brain in a thousand layers. “How so?”

“Well…” Amy bites her lip as she decides how to put it. “They look like a star exploding, but in the shape of eyes.” She giggles a little with nervous energy. She’s not sure what this means, but Amy wants Host to be alright more than anything. “Does it hurt?”

“Stars exploding?” Host touches his cheeks gently. “It doesn’t hurt anymore…”

Amy shakes her head slowly, mouth slightly ajar. “What made this happen?”

Host shrugs a little. “The Host assumes that it may have been caused by Dark using the Host’s cane to control him. Somehow the merging of the two abilities could’ve caused…”

Amy holds up her hands. “Wait, wait wait.” She tilts her head to the side. “Go back and explain everything. Dark did what?” When the Host does explain, Amy listens with a furrowed brow, concern painted all over her expressions, and now Host can visualize them like never before.

“Does Amy understand?” he asks after doing his best to make sense of everything.

Amy sighs. “I understand that you guys never cease to make my life complicated.” She smiles and ruffles Host’s hair a bit. “But we’ll figure it out.”

anonymous asked:

do me a favor and don't imagine Mark being from the Land of Giants and being the shortest there. Don't imagine him giving varying heights whenever someone asks b/c he gets different results every time he runs the numbers when he tries to calculate how tall he is in human measurements.


“Well, doesn’t this look…unusual.” You said after entering home you shared with your husband, hanging up your coat, and finding him in the kitchen shuffling a deck of cards with a bottle of wine laid out on the table.

“Hello babe.” Alfie said as he got up from his seat, momentarily stopping to kiss you hello. You still stood with a perplexed look on our face. Hesitantly you sat in the chair across from him, your eyes never leaving him.

“What is all this?”

His eyes furrowed, causing him to lean forward. “Don’t you remember last week?” The look on your face was his cue. “Right, so you don’t remember. Well… you said you always wanted to do this.”

“What exactly is this?”

A sly smirk crossed his face as he maneuvered the cards with his big hands, doing so effortlessly. “It’s called strip poker love.” He finished with a chuckle.

“No.” You said, immediately making the smirk on his face disappear. “No no no no. Absolutely not. Fuck no.”

“Aww, why the bloody hell not?” He whined like a baby, throwing the deck of cards back onto the table. “You said so yourself that you wanted to play,” he finished, making sure to wage his finger at you accusingly.

We’re not playing strip poker Alfred.” You said, making your anger apparent.


I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.” You cut him off then, just about ready to leave. Instead, you leaned forward, pouring yourself a glass of wine, knowing you’d need it if you were to get through another date night. You sighed, taking a sip. “I don’t know why I thought it’d be a good idea to let you plan date night, again. After last time…”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was a strip club, alright. When are you going to let that one go.” He said angrily, though surprisingly keeping his voice level. The room was quiet for a second as the tension and anger dissipated. You dared look across at Alfie in the dim lightly, a smile on his face.

“It was rather funny. Seeing your fucking face when the dancers onstage took their clothes off.” The quietness subsided as you started laughing, Alfie joining in. He found your laugh contagious, and pleasing to the ear. Nothing made him feel better than seeing you smile.

“Re…remeber when the girl sat on your lap.” You were basically hunched over, gripping your side as he recalled the scenario through gasps of breath.

“She said it happened often. Nothing unusual about it.” You filled in for him, tears basically coming out of you.

“Best sex we ever had after that.” He laughed, but soon the melody of your combined laughter died down, leaving you in silence again. You sat back in the chair with your glass, tapping it with your fingers.

“I guess the dates you plan aren’t always that bad.” You admitted stubbornly. And you knew you shouldn’t have as that smirk was present on Alfie’s face again, giving him the confidence boost he needed to try you again.

“Then this game of poker shouldn’t be too bad either.”

“Alfie I don’t want to play your stupid little game.”

Stop being grump, it’s lame.”

“You’re game is lame.” You said, getting up from the table the only way you’d be able to get out of playing.

“Afraid you’re gonna lose sweetheart?” He used the name not as a dotting expression but as a demeaning endeavor to rile you up. And it worked as you turned on your heel quickly, pulling out the chair so fiercely it scraped against the floor.

“You’ve done it now. It’s gonna be a pretty sight seeing Alfie Solomons in his birthday suit, sat in my kitchen.” You said, a fire in your eyes at you stared at him while he continued shuffling.

“I believe it’s my kitchen, love.”

“Who uses it?”

“Who pays for it?” He countered, passing the cards out to you and him, all face down.

“What are the rules?”

“The loser of each round takes off a piece of clothings.”

“Right, sounds easy enough.” You said confidently, taking a sneak peak at the cards you’d been dealt.

“But the winner gets to choose the piece of clothing.” Alfie smirked, looking at his cards too.

“This is gonna be a very short game.” You said paired with a devilish grin, flipping your cards over after Alfie had shuffled them all out to reveal a straight. “Take off your pants.”

The house was quiet as you were all alone upstairs, finally finding time to read the new book you bought. You were content, though you wished Alfie would come home soon. And as if on queue, the door downstairs closed with a loud noise, causing you to jump up from the chair.

“Alfie, is that you?”

“Honey, I’m home.” His gruff voice rang through the house. You squealed, hiding the book in your nightside table before rushing down the stairs to see your big teddy bear standing there waiting for you. A wave of adoration flooded you, drowning you as you ran into his arms. You both laughed as he swung you around, putting you down quickly and forcefully planting a kiss to your lips that made your legs feel like liquid.

“God I missed you,” he said, somehow after all these years still making a blush rush up your cheeks.

“I missed you too. Are you hungry, you wanna eat? I can cook something up…” you began frantically, happy for him to be home. And safe. You smiled at him before heading towards the kitchen when he caught you by your wrists, spinning you around.

“I want you.” He said, running his nose up and down your neck, peppering it with kisses. You giggled, placing your hand in his hair as he continued, causing you to throw your head back and close your eyes. He continued kissing and sucking your skin, making you go limp again. Your breath hitched in your throat as his lips hit your soft spot. He moaned too as you pulled his hair, the vibration bouncing off your skin.

“Al…Alf… we can’t-” You breathed, though you didn’t make an reservations to move from his touch.

“We can’t do it down here, you’re right. Let’s go.” He said, sweeping you off you feet in one swift motion, caring you up the stairs bridal style as you continued kissing him.

He threw you down onto the bed, kneeling above you to slip your dress off. You leaned forward, capturing his lips in yours while you pulled his shirt off over his head. You leaned back, completely naked now as he kissed you hard, starting to trail them down your body. He kissed you lips, then all along your jaw, until he pressed his lips between your breasts, moving all the way to your stomach. You flinched back, making him stop and look at you quizzically. You forced a laugh.

Quit it. It tickles.

He just laughed and shook his head, bringing his lips back onto your soft skin. He continued kissing and moving further down until you spread your legs as he got closer and closer. A moan escaped your lips as he started exploring your body with his tongue, making you arch back. He continued, his hands resting on your upper thighs to keep your from squirming too much.

“Alfie…alfie…” you called, clutched the bedspread. When he took it as a sign to keep going, you called his name more forcefully, grabbing a tuft off his hair and causing him to look up at you. He smirked.

“What love?”

“We can’t.”

“‘Course we can, you’ll get your turn next.” He said, going back in.

“Alfie! I’m pregnant.” You called, making his head pop up to look at you quizzically.

“Come again?”

I’m pregnant.” He sighed, sitting up fully. He ran his hand threw his hair, then his beard before turning to look at you.

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yeah, like I’m gonna have a baby. We’re gonna have a baby.” You smiled, crawling across the bed to kneel next to him. You saw the apprehension take over, his eyes going glossy as he looked at the floor. You kissed his shoulders softly, rubbing his arm.

“A baby. You mean, there’s gonna be a tiny Solomon’s running around here?” You nodded, continuing to rub him comfortably.

“But….when’d this…”

“Remember when you thought strip poker was a good idea?” You giggled, watching him shake his head and start laughing too. Or so you thought until you watched his shoulder heave more than normal.

“Oh, Alf..”

“I’m fine…” He lied, trying to whip his eyes before you could see them.

It’s ok to cry…” You said, taking his head and making him rest it comfortingly on your chest. He cried more, unsure if they were happy or sad tears.

“Hun, it’s ok…”

“We can’t have a kid!” He whispered.

“Why not?”

“‘Cause I’m gonna be his father.”

“You’re gonna be a great Dad Alfie, what are you talking about?” He sighed, turning to look at you now. Staring into your soft eyes made all his worries melt away. He smiled, taking your hand in his.

“I just…I don’t want our kids to end up like me.”

“Alfie, you’re an amazing person-”

“No. I’m not. I’m a gangster who makes illegal rum and drives nails into people’s heads. What is this kid going to think of me?”

You played with his hair, looking up at him with reassuring eyes. “They’re not gonna care about that. They’re going to love you, like I do.”

He sighed again, the worry ceasing to disappear. “I don’t’ want them to live this kind of lifestyle. How are we gonna raise them without it though?”

“We’ll figure it out. No one’s perfect Alfie. It comes with time and experience. We still have time too until this little one comes.” You said, absent mindedly running your hand across your stomach.

“I want my kid to have a good education so it never has to do what I do.”

“We have the money, Alfie. We’ll be able to protect it from all this.” You said and he thought about it before shaking his head.

“This is gonna be one hell of a new journey for us. God save our souls now.” You laughed, lunging forward to kiss him hard before falling back and snuggling into his side.

@thatsthat24 So I’ve been meaning to make this drawing for a while and I’ve also been meaning to test out a new art program for a while and I’m happy with both of them!

flower cloak.

Long story short.

Me: *goes up to Jensen and Misha feeling her heart beating all the way up in her throat*

Jensen & Misha: *smiling* “Hiiiii!”

Me: *smiles and stumbles over her own words*

Me: “I’m sorry, I know its not pie, but it’s the closest I could find. so I was wondering what would Dean’s and Castiel’s reaction be to seeing this monster donut.”

Lol, I have no idea what Misha as Cas is doing. Feeling for a heartbeat? Looking for molecules? Giving the donut a blessing? :’) One will never know… Some friends and I were reminded of something else as well, but that I won’t mention right now… :‘P


The Doctor Donna

I really need some like, otayuri fluff in my life rn?? Like pls

•At the beach and Otabek cant swim so Yuri tries to teach him how to swim
•it turns into a giant mess tho because Yuri is apparently a really shitty teacher
•Otabek kisses his frustrations away and instead they make sand castles

•Otabek can draw?? What?? So Yuri lays down on the couch in the LEAST sexy pose and says “draw me like one of your french girls”
•Beka takes a whopping 5 minutes on it, coloring and all, and they laugh at it for 10 minutes
•Later when Yuri falls asleep during the movie at the other end of the couch, Otabek sneaks down and actually does a very nice portrait of Yuri asleep
•Yuri has them both framed in his apartment next to each other

•Yuri constantly buys shit for Beka because he has like no impluse control
•Guys this boy has like a $1,000 backpack okay dont talk to me
•Anyways one day he buys Beka this leather jacket that looks like it belongs in a Lady Gaga music video. Its a crop top jacket with studs and fringe EVERYWHERE and Yuri LOVES IT
•After mails it, like, a week later, Otabek posts a pic on instagram of him, leaning against his bike, in leather skinny jeans and the jacket with ray bands on and it goes like, viral over night. Yuri is s h o o k. Otabek texts him later like, “Oh, by the way, thanks for the jacket Babe”

Give me the boys being silly and stupid and in love p l e a s e

((dakfsjbhdasfkjhd It’s finally done! Sorry if I’m slow lately this part is particularly out to figure out since drawing comics isn’t my strength yet it’s such a nice challenge ! Papyrus… the more I draw you the more I get into a love/hate relationship with you… why are you so hard to draw ?! Anyway ! Since I won’t be at home for a 2 weeks or so I wanted to draw at least an update so that you guys can enjoy the story. The next page is already sketched out but you’ll have to wait my return to see it~<3))

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