hair swooshing

This is probably just me but I love when Victor spins… like… have you ever just looked at him when he’s spinning? The way his hair just kinda…. swooshes??? anndd,, uuhhHHH,,?? and his expressions??? ju s t,,,,,,, hhHH

i mean…. wow, he’s very??? beautiful?????

Behold: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Extremely Handsome Desert Hermit Who Can Absolutely Kick Your Ass. 

anonymous asked:

cassy help I draw eyes similarly to your art style and my connor also has that one floppy piece of hair you drew and my friends saw my art and theyre accusing me of copying you hshdjdj

whoever u are anon i’m pretty sure our art isn’t 100% the same and god i’m done with this “”“copying””” bullcrap 

anonymous asked:

4B and johnlock please??? love your fanvids and love you!!!!

ajsddf the curse of learning to draw from anime…they always look young. One day I wanna learn to actually DOODLE but hope this suffices :D
Thank you so much!! <3

[Ask me to draw a ship!]

The Marauders Drunk

Peter: Peter doesn’t get drunk often. He doesn’t usually go to all the parties the others go to, preferring to stay home and watch TV. But the strangest thing occurs when he is drunk. There is no one as outlandishly funny as Peter when he is drunk. That boy is suddenly the most hilarious person to ever open their mouth. It’s a total opposite from his sober personality. The awkwardness is just *poof* gone. He’s the guy who knows everyone and can hook you up. And then he goes outside and falls asleep in the street. 

Remus: Remus goes out sometimes, but usually leaves the partying to Sirius and James. But he’s pretty interesting when he’s drunk. It’s almost like he’s embarrassed to be drunk. He will straight up refuse it, insisting that he is nOT FUCKING DRUNK, PADS, FUCK OFF! Meanwhile, he’s bumping into the coat rack and apologizing to it and telling everyone that they should go skinny dipping. This one time resulted in a half naked Remus running around the grounds of Hogwarts, drunk off his ass on firewhiskey while the other marauders chased frantically after him, tackling him before he could jump into the lake. He also has this fixation with karaoke, and his voice isn’t bad, but once he is up on the stage, he doesn’t come down for hours. He usually knows he was singing the night before because there are somehow dollar bills in his pants. Sirius often happens to be mysteriously broke the next day, with only a couple of dollars in his pocket. Remus pretends he doesn’t know that Sirius is the only one who keeps muggle money with him. 

James: Drunk James is a challenging creature. He has a habit of turning into his animagus form, scaring the shit out of everyone else at whatever party they’re at. He’s usually either angry or giggly, which means you’ll either have a stag running full speed at you with an angry glint in his eyes or a stag snorting in the corner. He also likes to use his invisibility cloak and wander around going “oooooOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo”. Its even funnier when he does it in animagus form, because all you see is four hooves stumbling around and a lot of things falling over. James likes making plans with strangers when he’s drunk. He invites everyone to his house and agrees to go on trips with people he met in the elevator. He also enjoys buying round after round for everyone in whatever setting they’re in, no matter the cost. 

Sirius: There are stages that all the marauders are aware of. It’s very important that they know what stage he is at at all time, for his safety and their’s. The first stage is the clingy stage. He downright refuses to get out of Remus’ lap and whines when people walk away. The second stage is the advice stage. He walks up to people and gives them the advice he thinks they need but they don’t usually want. This includes telling them that they wear the wrong shade of foundation and it’s been throwing him off for ages and that their fingers are different lengths and they should fix it. This leads right into the angry stage. When people don’t like the advice he gives them, he tends to start shouting and raising his arms over his heads. “FIGHT ME THEN! COME ON YOU LITTLE SHIT! LET’S GO!” This stage ends with the other marauders dragging him outside before he can get punched. The last stage is the inquisitive stage. This stage means all hands on deck. Sirius does not sit still and will run everywhere to “invent the next big potion, guys come on the last ingredient is just at the top of the Whomping Willow lemme go,” or something else that includes him doing something dumb and dangerous. Then he crashes and falls asleep wherever he is and get’s dragged back to the dorm by the others. 

*BONUS*

Lily: As nice as this girl is sober, she is straight up blunt when she is drunk. No matter how much it will offend someone or how useless the information is, she can’t help but open her mouth and give the honest truth about everyone around her. They’re eyes are too wide apart or they shouldn’t ever do that with their hair again. Then she just smiles and walks away. She is also the giggliest thing in existence. She could just be sitting there and break into laughter. Everything is funny. James’ nose (”Boop!”), Sirius’ eyelashes (”they just go, swoosh”), Remus’ hair (”I just wanna- *Runs hands messily through hair”), and Peter’s posture (”How does someone even sit like that!”). She dances with everyone, much to James’ despair, and the only really moves her torso when she dances drunk, looking almost like a half dead snake. The next day, she death threatens anyone who witnessed her as a drunken mess and burns all evidence. 

thirty days of skam fic: day thirteen
aka an au where isak is totally (not) in denial about liking even

beginning. accusation. restless. leaves. rainbow. flame. formal. under. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. cans. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. tent. mad. thousand. paper. winter. luxury. letters. promise. simple. future.

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There are some things in the universe that are just facts . They’re not up for debate, they don’t need evaluating; anyone who’s not in complete denial about the workings of the world just has to agree. For example, it’s a fact that the earth goes around the sun. It’s a fact that there are two hundred and six bones in the human body. It’s a fact that pineapple doesn’t belong on pizza. And, most importantly of all, it is a fact of the universe that Isak Valtersen does not have a crush on Even Bech Naesheim.

The only unfortunate thing is, Isak’s idiot friends seem to disagree with one of those facts.

—–

Isak has only been out of the closet for half a year – he’s never had a boyfriend that he introduced his friends to, he’s never hooked up with a guy at a party in front of them, and he’s certainly never said anything about the kind of guys he finds hot.

But the first time the guys ever meet Even, Magnus turns to Isak afterwards and says, “Fuck, bro, he is so your type!”

Isak just blinks at him, and then whirls around to make sure Even really has retreated to the next room of the party and didn’t hear that.  What the fuck is Magnus talking about, anyway?  Yeah, Even’s tall and hot and dreamy and his eyes are captivating and he’d smiled at Isak way too nicely, holding his gaze for a moment too long, as Jonas introduced them all, but – Isak’s never even had a conversation with him.

Even is just Jonas’s new weed guy.  And, most importantly, when Jonas had mentioned finding this new weed guy, his exact words had been, ‘ yeah, we met through his girlfriend, she’s in my Politics class.’

So. No matter how much eye contact Even might make or how good he’d looked all bundled up in way too many layers of clothing for a house party, Isak is absolutely not going there.  He’s had enough of crushing on straight guys to last him a lifetime.

“He is the opposite of my type, what the fuck,” Isak lies to Magnus, and then swallows down the rest of his beer.  “Why do you think you know what kind of guys I like anyway!  Shut up.”

Magnus just laughs at him, and Mahdi shakes his head.

“Bro.  That was some serious eye-fucking right there.  You guys are gonna hook up, I’m calling it right now.”

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Curse of Shortness

request ; 63 with Christopher please?? The reader saying it to him lol (I’m a shorty so this is adorable!

#63: “You’re not short. You wouldn’t understand.”

requested by anonymous.

pairing ; chris x short!reader

summary ; don’t put things on the top shelf of the damn cabinet.

words ; 1002

warnings ; n/a


You let out a frustrated huff, reaching up and standing on your tiptoes to reach something your wonderful husband put on the top of a cabinet just to spite you. Your fingers stretched out as much as possible, the strain causing the skin to turn just a shade lighter. “Oh my God,” you whispered under your breath, looking down and debating what you were going to do.

Then an idea popped in your head. Bracing your hands on the counter, you hoisted yourself up, using your knee to equalize the amount of force you were using. Once you were completely up, you smiled and swooshed what hair had fallen in your face out of it, and reached up. You still had to reach up, but not as much, so you grabbed the mug he put in the cabinet with ease.

But then, just as you were moving out of the way to shut the cabinet, you heard chuckling behind you. “Shut the hell up, Christopher,” you immediately said, hiding a smile behind your faux annoyance.

“Why are you on the counter, sweetheart?” Chris’ words were spoken in a mocking tone, and you could just see the smug smile on his face ─ stupid cute smile.

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Jimon Coffee Shop AU

Author’s Note: For Theo. @petertheromaniwolf I love you happy birthday!! Idk if this is good but I hope you like it! Also, could this title have been better? Yes, but I’m an unoriginal bitch. 

Word count: 2.5k+

Ships: Jimon obvs and implied Clizzy and another one if you find it. 

Plot: Pls see the title. 

Simon stood behind the counter on a Saturday night, finally able to catch his breath as the crowd began to thin. He glanced at his watch—and groaned. There were two whole hours left. He was never going to cover for Clary again.

His eyes were starting to droop when what he hoped would be the last customer of the night came in. The boy seemed a little older than him, and his hair looked very swoosh-y.

“Hi, welcome to Garroway’s, what can I get you?” Simon asked, putting on his customer-smile.

“Um, actually, I saw the sign out front. I’m looking for a job?” Swoosh said.

“Oh, right.” Simon said, straightening up. “I’ll go get my manager.”

Simon walked over to the small door and knocked twice before he heard the faint “come in”.

“Luke?” Simon poked his head in. “A guy’s here about the job.”

“Alright, Simon, send him in.” Luke said, nodding his head at him.

Simon nodded back and left to tell Swoosh to head inside.

He made a black coffee and a frappucino for a really pissed off-looking guy and his friend and then played around on his phone for a while before Swoosh came back.

“Hey!” Simon grinned. “Did you get the job?”

Swoosh smiled back, small and cute. Simon noticed his eyes were really interesting. One of them was completely, brilliantly blue and the other was blue mixed with brown. They were one of the prettiest things Simon had ever seen.

He realized that he’d been staring and that Swoosh had said something.

“I’m sorry, what?” Simon asked, feeling his cheeks heat up.

Swoosh smirked. “I said I start Monday. 4 pm.”

“Oh, nice!” Simon grinned. “That’s my shift too.”

“I’ll see you Monday, then.” Swoosh adjusted his jacket and made his way out the shop.

He’d almost left when Simon called out, “Hey, wait! What’s your name?”

Swoosh turned around and flashed that smirk Simon was already getting familiar with. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

                                                      ~~~

For Jace, Monday couldn’t come fast enough. Not only did he need the money, he was also mildly interested in the cute barista. He wasn’t really his type, with those glasses and the Harry Potter t-shirt but there was something about him.

He stepped into Garroway’s, breathing in the scent of coffee and sugary treats. He hopped over the counter before pulling his apron on.

There weren’t many customers so Jace cleaned up the counter and threw away the trash. Simon burst into the café’ at 4:30, breathless and sweaty.

“I’m so sorry.” He said, putting his hands on his knees to catch his breath. “I fell asleep.”

“It’s alright.” Jace bent down to grab an apron and threw it to Simon.

“Luke’s gonna kill me.” Simon mumbled, before tugging the apron on and joining Jace behind the counter.

“It’s fine, he doesn’t know.” Jace assured him.

“You didn’t tell him?” Simon asked, reaching over to grab a cup. His arm brushed against Jace’s, making him want to scream.

“No.” Jace said, shrugging.

“Oh.” Simon smiled before his eyes drifted to his name tag. Jace noticed it was a different smile. Not the smile he’d showed the first time he’d seen him. “Thanks, Jace.”

Jace let out a noise that sounded more like a laugh than a scoff. “Customers.” He said, nodding towards the group of teenagers that had just entered.

“Right.” Simon sighed. “I hate these ones. They always have the most complicated orders.”

He put on his charming customer smile as they approached the counter. “Hi, welcome to Garroway’s, what can I get you?”

As promised, the kids all had extremely complicated orders and Jace struggled to keep them all in his head. The café’ he’d worked at before only had normal things like coffee and cappuccino, not freaking unicorn dream flower soy latte half and half extra shot of espresso macchiatos. That’s probably why they closed.

Simon, however, was completely at ease, having done this a million times.

“You need any help?” He asked Jace.

“No.” Jace responded, starting to make the first drink.

“Really? Because you look like you need some help.” Simon insisted.

“I said I’m fine.” Jace responded, grabbing a packet of sugar.

“No!” Simon shouted, grabbing Jace’s hand before he could pour the sugar into the drink.

“What?” Jace said, annoyed. And he was also a little bit flustered because his hand was still inside Simon’s.

“That guy will kill you if you add sugar to his coffee.” Simon warned.

“But he asked for extra sugar?” Jace asked, confused.

“No, that was his boyfriend.” Simon said.

Jace groaned. “I give up.”

Simon smiled, softly. “How about you accept my help and just do what I tell you?”

“Fine.” Jace mumbled. “Thanks, or whatever.”

“Okay.” Simon chuckled and pulled his hand—and the packet of sugar—away.

Jace decided he liked his hands better when Simon was holding them.

                                                      ~~~

It had been a couple weeks since Jace started working at Garroway’s and he was finally able to keep up, according to Simon.

He no longer went into the bathroom to scream when someone gave him a super-long order and he didn’t secretly record those orders on his phone either.

He was making progress.

He and Simon had gotten fairly close during their time working together, as they did have to spend about 5 hours together five days a week.

Maybe we should start hanging out outside of work, Simon thought. I mean, we’re friends now, right? And friends hang out all the time.

Although, Simon had to admit, he’d thought about being more than friends a couple times. There wasn’t much to not like about Jace. He tried to be all cool and badass but Simon knew he was just a puppy in a leather jacket.

“Um, hel-lo?” The obnoxious voice snapped Simon out of his daze.

“Hi.” He said to the middle-aged woman glaring at him. “What can I get you?”

“Ugh, are you really going to make me repeat my order?” The woman snapped.

“Sorry, I just, um, had something on my mind.” Simon apologized.

“Clearly.” The woman pursed her lips before repeating her order.

“Uh, your name please?” Simon asked, once she was done.

The woman groaned. “Are you serious?!” She was starting to get loud now. “I’ve been here for the past three days and you don’t even remember my goddamn name!”

“I’m sorry but we get loads of customers everyday .“ Simon said, trying not to show his frustration.

“Whatever. “The woman rolled her eyes. “It’s Karen.”

Simon heard a snort and turned to see Jace watching the exchange with a glint of amusement in his eyes. Simon subtly mouthed “helped me” which only made Jace laugh more.

“Um, could you faggots stop eye-fucking each other and start making my order?” Karen snapped.

Both Simon and Jace snapped their necks towards her. Suddenly, the glee in the air had disappeared.

“Excuse me.” Jace licked his lips, eerily calm and his eyes steely. “What did you just say?”

“That kind of language really isn’t necessary.” Simon said.

“Well, I was right, wasn’t I?” Karen demanded, pointing an accusatory finger. The line behind her was getting longer and everyone was shooting her disapproving looks. “That’s all you fags do, anyway.”

“I’m gonna ask you to leave now.” Jace said. Simon noticed his hands were clenched tightly, the veins popping in his arm.

“What?” Karen seemed bewildered. “Listen, I’m not gonna get discriminated against by the likes of you! I demand to see your manager.”

“Listen.” Simon said forcefully. “Either you leave right now or this is gonna turn ugly.”

“Bring me your manager!” Karen screamed.

“What the hell is going on out here?” Everyone turned around to glance at Luke, who’d appeared behind Simon. Karen took one look at Luke and the corners of her lips turned down.

Jace shuffled closer to Luke and quietly explained the situation.

Luke sighed and glanced at Karen. “Mam, we don’t tolerate that kind of behavior here. Please leave.”

“And why should I take orders from…you?” Karen folded her arms and looked at Luke as though he was something disgusting.

“Okay, that’s it.” Simon said. “Get out.”

“Why should—?”

“Get out now. Or we will call the cops.” Jace said, shifting closer to Simon. He took Simon’s shaking hand into his behind the counter and Simon could breathe again.

“Fine!” The woman yelled, turning to march out. “But I’m leaving the worst review on Yelp!” She shouted before she left.

“I cannot believe that just happened.” Jace mumbled, running his other hand through his hair.

“Why don’t you guys get going?” Luke suggested. “Your shift is almost over, anyway.”

“Luke, are you sure?” Simon asked.

Luke nodded. “Yeah, I got this.”

“Alright, then.” Simon removed his apron and Jace did the same.

The other customers kept staring at them as they left the store. Simon was fairly sure he’d see this event from their perspective on Tumblr or Twitter.

Simon breathed the cold night air in and leaned against the wall. Jace stood just in front of him, his eyes focused on him.

“Well, that was fucking awful.” Simon said. Jace nodded in agreement.

“Do you want to go get a drink?” Jace asked after a while.

Simon’s eyes widened. “Oh. Yes! I mean, uh, sure.” He tried and failed at not letting his glee show.

“Okay.” Jace smiled and held out his arm. Simon chuckled before taking it. “Let’s go.”

                                                           ~~~

Jace woke up in what was not his bed in what was not his room. He sat up in confusion and looked around. The room was a complete mess, with clothes and CDs lying everywhere. There were loads of posters on the walls and a picture of Simon and a red-haired girl on the nightstand.

Was it his girlfriend? Did Simon have a girlfriend?

More importantly, why was he in Simon’s bedroom? They hadn’t..…of course not. Jace was still wearing his clothes from last night.

“Oh, you’re up.” Jace looked up to see Simon in a band t-shirt and sweat pants, leaning against the doorframe. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

“Too loud.” Jace mumbled, rubbing his head. “Why am I here?”

“You got black-out drunk last night and I didn’t know where you lived and also I couldn’t just leave you in the club because bad things happen to pretty boys in clubs so I brought you here.” Simon said. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

Jace tried hard not to concentrate on the fact that Simon called him pretty.

“Simon.” Jace licked his lips. “Last night. Did we—?”

“No.” Simon said firmly. “Like I said, you were black-out drunk.”

“Oh, okay.” Jace relaxed. He would’ve liked to remember if it had happened.

“So we don’t have work today or anything so do you wanna hang out?” Simon asked. “We could order in some pizza, watch some movies and stuff.”

“Yeah.” Jace grinned. “Yeah, that sounds great.”

“We’re gonna have to start with Star Wars though.” Simon said.

“Sounds good.” Jace nodded. “I’ve never seen it though.”

“I’m not even surprised.” Simon shook his head. “But it’s alright. I can show you a whole new world.”

“Don’t quote Aladdin at me.” Jace said, finally rolling out of bed.

“So you’ve seen Aladdin but not Star Wars.” Simon said. “You truly are a mystery, Mr.Lightwood.”

“Shut up.” Jace mumbled, smiling. “Where’s your bathroom? I wanna take a shower.”

“Oh, right.” Simon straightened up but not really. “Follow me.”

“I hope it won’t be as filthy as your bedroom.” Jace said as Simon opened the door. His apartment was slightly bigger than Jace’s.

“It won’t be as filthy as your mind.” Simon responded.

“I’m an angel.” Jace responded, looking around at the bathroom. It was fairly clean.

“Well, you definitely have the hair for it.” Simon said. “Oh, by the way, towels are inside and there’s a spare toothbrush in the cabinet. Oh and I’ll go get you some clothes.”

“Cool.” Jace said. “Thanks.”

Jace had just finished brushing his teeth when Simon returned with a bunch of clothes. He smiled at him in the mirror and Simon smiled back before leaving.

While he was in the shower, Jace tried and remembered some things from last night. He had drunk a lot but he never really was careful and also he was super pissed off with Karen, the straight white asshole.

He also remembered other things, like his arms around Simon’s waist as they danced and his lips ghosting over his neck. He remembered how many times they’d almost kissed but Simon kept stopping it, claiming Jace was too drunk. Maybe they had at the end. Who knows? Certainly not Jace.

He stepped out of the shower and dried off before pulling on the clothes Simon had left him. They fit him well but were probably a bit loose on Simon, which was adorable to him for some reason.

He got out of the bathroom and found Simon in the kitchen, with a bowl of popcorn in his hands.

And suddenly, he had to know.

“Simon.” He said, making the other boy glance at him. “Who’s the girl in the picture? On your nightstand?“

Simon gave him a disbelieving look. “Are you serious?”

“What?” Jace asked, starting to feel awkward.

“That’s Clary! You’ve seen her like a million times! She works at Garroway’s too and um, in case you didn’t know, she’s dating your sister.” Simon said.

“Oh.” Jace said. “Oh.”

“You’re such an idiot sometimes.” Simon said, putting down the popcorn and rummaging in the cupboards.

Jace bit down on his lip. He had another question on his mind now.

“Simon.” He said. The other boy hummed in response.

“Simon.” He said again, making him turn around.

“What?” Simon asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Did I kiss you last night?”

“No.” He said, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter. “But you can now if you want to.”

And so he did.

And it was a moment he would play over and over again in his head for days to come and something he would remember for the rest of his life.