gentlemanly things


Poirot’s chief personality characteristic was undoubtedly his overweening - but lovable - egotism. On rare occasions he would present an appearance of modesty, but it was patently so forced and false that it fooled no one. Some of his own evaluations from one story or another: “Hercule Poirot… is of a cleverness quite exceptional;” “impossible to deceive Hercule Poirot;” “me, I know everything.”
- Russell H. Fitzgibbon, The Agatha Christie Companion

Things I never expected to get from watching Timeless

-Having a massive crush on Harry Houdini

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Confession: I keep daydreaming about attending a premier with Norman; but after hours on my feet in high heels I can’t walk up to the room so he does what he does best show off those strong muscles and carries me up. Once were there and into comfy clothes he takes one of my feet into his lap and massages my feet and legs.

So sometimes I think about Clarence and then I think about high school au Clarence and then I just, Jeff wearing faded band tees that Sumo bought for him at the thrift store, and Sumo picking Jeff up to carry him across puddles (because he can’t really put leather in a puddle and it’s the gentlemanly thing to do), Jeff making Sumo wash his hands thoroughly every time they want to hold hands, and oh god I ship it so much…

@ladykiiler / starter call.

            — Yeah, no need to thank me.       As though she hadn’t spent the last five minutes telling him just how much she had it UNDER CONTROL. He could tell, specifically by the way Paul Bunyan’s greasy sausage fingers nearly ripped her arm out of socket. And if that didn’t give it away, the panic that raised her voice another three octaves when she tried to beat him off did the trick.  C l e a r l y , she didn’t need his help. It’s just the gentlemanly thing to do, right? Stick your neck out for some girl whose first instinct is to knock your teeth out, just for asking if she’s okay? Yeah, should’ve turned a blind eye, but what can you do.       Just do me a favor and have fun getting your ass handed to you next time.  

anonymous asked:

What would dates with the bros be like?

Osomatsu is a little loud on dates. He just acts like himself and loves to chat it up with his date.

Karamatsu always tries to act mysterious and gentlemanly. He does things like hold doors, pull out chairs, and always listens, or at least pretends to do so.

Choromatsu is extremely polite on dates. He’s sometimes quiet, depending on how nervous he is.

Ichimatsu is shy on dates. He doesn’t want his partner to get a bad impression of him, but if he’s been with them for long he’s more casual.

Jyushimatsu is fidgety if he’s somewhere fancy, but is loud and open where he’s more comfortable.

Todomatsu is very open on dates. He loves to have long conversations and laugh it up with his date.

Neighbours (Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Summary: You’ve moved into a new apartment in Brooklyn. Your neighbour starts getting friendly, and you wonder where it could lead.

Word Count: 1341

A/N: Part 3 will be up tomorrow, around the same time before i leave for the week. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in upcoming parts! :) 

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

You and Bucky walked home, bags in hand. He offered to carry most of yours because “it’s the gentlemanly thing to do, [Y/N].” You just laughed at him, before letting him take the heavier bags. Bucky carried them with ease, not thinking twice about the weight of them.

“There. Safely brought back to your humble abode.” He said as you put the bags you were carrying on the floor to grab your key.

“I wouldn’t even call it humble yet,” you giggled as you unlocked the door, pushing it open to reveal a hallway that led to a mostly empty living room.

“Look at that. Looks much like mine, surprisingly. Just, emptier.” He walked in, looking around, although there wasn’t much to look at. “Where would you like these?”

“Over here, on the countertop.” You motioned toward the kitchen area. He set the bags down where you asked and walked over to where you were standing.

“This is different, I don’t have one of these.” Bucky peered out the huge glass window, that covered the wall from ceiling to floor. It revealed a lovely view of the landscape of Brooklyn.

“I thought it was nice. It’s the reason why I bought this apartment, the one good thing about it.” You watched as the city lights shone brightly.

“It’s beautiful.” He said. You knew he was talking about the view, but he was looking down at you, steel blue eyes burning through you.

“You’ll have to thank the people that built the city for that, not me.” You smiled as you went to unpack your groceries.

After the necessary was done, you found yourself beside Bucky again, who was still mesmerised by the view. “You wanna swap apartments?” You joked. “You seem to like mine better than yours.”

He chuckled along with you. “I forgot how beautiful this city was.” There was sadness in his eyes, but you didn’t bring it up. Not after only knowing him for half a day.

Just then, your stomach grumbled. You realised you hadn’t eaten since breakfast this morning, and it was almost 8 o’clock. You cringed at the sound, covering your torso with your arms as if it made it any better.

“Hungry?” He switched his gaze from the city to you.

“You could say that.”

“Well, I was going to order pizza for myself. Though I suppose I could spare a little for you.”

“That’s kind, Bucky. But I have food here.” You motioned toward the fridge where you had just put most of your delicacies.

“And there I was, hoping to spend a little more time with you.” He laughed slightly, shifting his weight onto his left foot, leaning.

“I’m going to be living here for who knows how long. You’ll have all the time in the world to see me if you really were so desperate too.” You giggled, placing a hand on his right shoulder. He flinched slightly at the gesture but eased into it quickly.

“Pizza is a really great bonding food, though,” he smiled a toothy grin.

“If I say yes will you shut up?”

“Yes. Although you’ll have to deal with me for another hour or so.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. Pizza it is.”

“We should probably cross the hall to my place. I have some great movies over there. I’ve been catching up recently after missing so many over the-“ he stopped suddenly as if he weren’t supposed to say anything.

“Over the what?” You laughed. “You’re like 25, you can’t have missed much.”

“29, technically. And I have missed loads, thank you.”

“Suit yourself then, off to your place we go.” And off you went.

Bucky’s apartment was very similar to yours, like he said. Though it was more homely and welcoming. He had little notebooks lying all around the place and history books filling his shelves. You noticed it was only recent history, if you class recent as the last 100 years. You didn’t think much of it.

“Don’t mind the mess,” he said, sweeping his hand through his luscious locks.

“It’s not messy, just… lived in.” Though it wasn’t messy at all, except for a blanket sprawled out over his sofa and like one empty glass on the coffee table.

“So, I’m gonna call the pizza place.”

“I gathered, that is how you order pizza. Unless it changed to telepathy while I was sleeping last night.” You joked. “Did it?”

“No, of course not. I was about to ask you what you wanted. Please, for the love of God, no pineapple, though. I might have to kick you out.” He cringed.

“I’ll agree with you there.” You laughed, and told him your favourite kind of pizza and he ordered it, along with his, a completely meat covered pizza, or a “meat lover’s” as he called it. Extra large. That man could eat a lot.

You spent the half hour the pizza took to arrive swithering over what movie you two should watch. Until he came across a collection he hadn’t yet seen.

“You’ve never seen Harry Potter?” You almost shouted, quietly enraged that he had never seen this classic. “Right, we’re watching that.”

“There’s eight movies, [Y/N].”

“Well, seven more nights you have an excuse to see me,” you laughed as you took the first disk out and placed it in the DVD player he had.

The doorbell rang, signalling the delivery guy had found their way to Bucky’s apartment.

“Hey, I’ll pay,” you said, reaching for your purse.

“No, you won’t.” He almost commanded, already having grabbed the amount of money he needed, plus tip.

You huffed in defeat as he answered the door.

“Two smokin’ hot pizzas, coming your way,” he grinned, holding both pizzas in one hand. His metal one. How come you didn’t notice that before?

You both watched the movie in silence, other than the sounds of hungrily devouring your pizzas, and Bucky’s gasps at tense or exciting parts in the movie.

You found yourself slowly sliding toward Bucky, like a magnet, until you were leaning against his shoulder, slowly drifting to sleep. You woke when Bucky started slowly moving off of the sofa. You noticed the movie had ended. You sighed, as you rubbed your eyes awake.

“Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He stopped where he was and turned to you with an apologetic smile.

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s probably best I sleep in my own apartment anyway.” You laughed gently, still sleepy from your little nap.

“If it’s any consolation, the movie was good. I’d like to see the rest.” He placed the pizza boxes in the trash, then stopped to get himself a drink of water. He brought another glass over to you.

“Thanks.” You said, taking the glass carefully from his grip. “I’d like to see them, too. Maybe awake next time?” You giggled, before taking a sip of water.

“Guess I’ll just have to think of ways to keep you awake,” he winked at you, then walked off to place his now empty glass in the sink.

“Hm? Okay.” You said quietly, finding yourself drifting again.

“Thought you wanted to sleep in your own apartment, as much as I’d like you to stay.” He held out his hand for you to grab as you got up from the sofa. You smiled softly at him.

“How kind.” You said absentmindedly. You had been up since dawn that morning, no wonder you were so tired.

He walked you across the hall to your door. Making sure you were okay every step of the way.

“Thanks, for tonight.” You smiled once more. “Didn’t think I’d find a friend this quickly.”

“Now I’m your friend?” He grinned.

“Yes, I suppose so.” You unlocked your door. “Goodnight, Bucky.” You turned to say to him.

“Goodnight, doll. See you tomorrow.”

“With your luck, probably.”

You closed the door, still thinking of his smile. No, [Y/N], he’s your neighbour. Do not get involved with him. With that thought, you slumped into bed, sleeping peacefully until morning broke.

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anonymous asked:

Me: *tries to not stare at boobs every time you post a selfie* You: *posts a selfie featuring your boobs* Me: *Fights internally about doing the gentlemanly thing and looking away, or appreciating how aesthetically perfect your figure is* Me: *Art reference.*

Wake Up|| Seth & Cynthia

“Hey, Seth? Seth? Seeeeth?”

The pegasus knight circled around the sleeping tactician, prodding at his shoulder with the end of her lance. Not getting any response, she reached around him and tugged lightly on the map that he’d slumped over, at least attempting to free whatever he’d been working on from getting drool all over it. 

She didn’t have much success. “Hoo, boy. C’mon, Seth, it’s the middle of the day! Wake up!”

She didn’t take any joy in this. Really, she didn’t. Well, alright, maybe just a little and all of that can be squarely blamed on Lissa’s influence on her niece. “…sorry.”

She tilted the chair backwards and, wincing, let him fall.


Parov Stelar - Catgroove (TSC - Forsythe)

Have some morning gentlemanliness, tumblr friends.

This morning I’m having some cinnamon orange flavored tea.

The fragrance is positively exquisite ^_^

I also added some hazelnut creamer to give it a bit more flavor.