have i got the adoring look down

Adorable Starters
  • “Guess what I got you!”
  • “That looks cute on you.”
  • “Sorry I worked late today. Want to do something?”
  • “I just want to run my fingers through your hair.”
  • “I’m exhausted. Want to just cuddle?”
  • “Calm down. It’s okay. No one was hurt.”
  • “It’s a beautiful day. Want to have a picnic?”
  • “Want to marathon something on Netflix?”
  • “Care to dance?”
  • “That was a nice surprise. What’s the occasion?”
  • “You are so adorable!”
  • “There’s a festival this weekend. Want to check it out?”
  • “Does this look silly?”
  • “Plenty of room under the blankets…”
  • “Let me help you with that.”
  • “Can we just stay in today?”
  • “I cleared my schedule to spend all day with you.”
  • “How did you like the flowers?”
  • “I feel like going to the beach.”

anonymous asked:

No offense but Harry is probably like the best kisser. He probably gets all quiet and cute when he asks for a kiss. Sigh what do you think his kisses are like??

Well let’s break it down. What hurts is that his lips are made for kissing… They can’t NOT feel good. Not be great. He’s got big lips for starters, especially his bottom lip, it’s so thiccc and good for lightly biting on.

And his lips are always jutting out a bit, which makes them look constantly inviting.

Open pout when he sleeps, please…

And how adorable is newly-woken-up-Harry with soft, puffy lips?

And when he talks, they’re so mesmerizing to look at.. I mean??

And then we have the natural pink color.. Which is just… ridiculous. There’s a reason my tag is named ‘candy lips’. You immediately get drawn to them, and it just adds to the whole them looking irresistible and kissable and suckable and lickable and whatnot (these pics are all unedited.)

the whole mouth situation is just obscene

And they look veryyy good when wet too..

Doesn’t help that he’s always hyper aware of his mouth and doesn’t shy away from remind us…


Very orally fixated.. So to answer your question, his kisses are probably amazing. I think he enjoys kissing a lot, like a lot, a lot. And he looks like he tastes amazing. Face holder, for sure… I think he likes to take his time. Nice amount of tongue.. Never a suck-face. He’d use his teeth on your bottom lip a little. When you’re reallyyy getting it on, he’ll care so much and kiss for so long that he’ll need breath breaks.. And he’d kiss your neck a lot too, and just under your jaw line (and love it when you kiss his.) In between, he’d make soft, sometimes almost quiet little moans.. If you’re with him I can see him always appreciating and wanting little kisses and pecks too, he’d find any excuse, and love it if you did the same. Love the attention you’re giving. Like, he’ll smile and just blow you a kiss when you’re on the phone, peck you when he’s just walking by you to get something, kiss your hand after you’ve handed him something, little soft neck kisses when he’s behind you, kisses on your forehead when you lean in to get in his little nook.. Always kisses when you greet and say goodbye. Always goodnight kisses. Always kissing you like it’s the most natural thing for him to do, like it’s a comfort. And he’s such a child sometimes, so he could be pouting if he didn’t get his way about something, and playfully ask for a kiss to make it better, and then just laugh about it all. And sometimes he could be really quiet about it, and just stare at you and grab your face and start kissing you, hands roaming everywhere. Especially if he hasn’t seen you in a while.. And sometimes he’ll just be like ‘lips please’ whilst looking annoyingly cute and puppy-like. I think he can be really childish and sweet with kissing, but also really passionate and indulgent. Quick and innocent. Heavy and erotic. Generous. Greedy. A teaser. But he’s a romantic… A people-pleaser by nature. He knows how those lips look and has probably been told a few times how they feel too, so he’s aware of what he’s working with and is probably very confident about it all :)

You know, I’m speaking right now as both a fan of YOI and MP100, and while I’m ecstatic that a show like YOI won every category it was nominated for, I still think MP100 should’ve gotten more recognition in the Best Animation category. I mean, holy shit. The people who have seen the show know what I’m talking about, but let me take a moment to show you some gifs:

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Now I wanna be clear; I’m not saying YOI has bad animation. Of course it doesn’t. Look how gorgeous it is!

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Both of these shows share a space in my heart. I’m not trying to put down YOI. Hell, I’m a YOI blog. I believe YOI deserved every award it got. I’m so happy that such a visually stunning and smartly written show with a canon queer couple at center stage tore through the competition. At the same time, I adore MP100 and wished it had got more recognition for its strengths. MP100 proves that anime doesn’t have to look “traditional” (you know, like sword art and whatnot) to be palatable. And my god, those fight animations!

As a final note, I congratulate Yuri!!! One Ice for all its deserved wins, and hope it continues its streak; I wish Mob Psycho 100 the best of luck in future polls and competitions. 

New Perspective- Brendon Urie High school AU

“Hey, Brendon.” You greet as you sit down across from him at a lunch table. You pull a wrinkled brown paper bag out of your backpack and set it on the table. Brendon smiles at you as he chews his sandwich, looking adorable.

“Hey, what’s up, (Y/N)?” he asks and you respond with a shrug.

“Not much. Mr. Armstrong was being a dick, per usual, so I got detention again.” you mumble angrily, ending with a sigh.

“Well that sucks. I guess I’ll just have to get detention too then…” He winks and you roll your eyes.

“As if that should be difficult for you. You’re always getting into trouble anyways, do you even have to try?” You ask, then take a sip from your water bottle.

He laughs and it gives you butterflies in you stomach. Seeing him happy gives you one of the best feeling in the world. He’s only your best friend but best friends can feel like this, right? He’s always walking around flashing that 1000 watt smile and it makes your heart skip a beat. There’s definitely something else going on in your mind with Brendon but you just refuse to admit it. He’s cute an all but he’s a free spirit, you can’t even remember the last time he dated someone because he simply doesn’t give a shit about that kind of stuff. It never seems to cross his mind.

“Oh, I forgot, I need to show you something.” He stands up from the table and motions for you to follow him. You crumple up the paper bag and throw it away as you exit the cafeteria. As the two of you walk down the hall, you check the time on your phone to see how much time was left in the period. About 50 minutes. Brendon suddenly grabs your hand and starts jogging towards a door at the end of the hall: The Darkroom.

“Brendon, this door is always locked, how are you gonna get in?” You ask. The darkroom is always locked because people would keep stealing or moving around the photos from the photography class. He pulls a key out of his pocket and smiles at you.

“Where did you get that from?” You loudly whisper, suddenly aware of how much trouble you guys could get in if you get caught.

“Ms. Williams gave it to me. I always stay late after school to work on my projects so she just gave me the key which I have to return by the next morning. I’m just not allowed to tell anyone.”

He puts the key in the keyhole and looks around to make sure no one’s looking before he pushes the door open and pulls you inside. He shuts the door behind us and locks it. 

The room is creepily dark, except for the red lights that illuminate the photos hanging on strings or sitting on the tables around the room. Brendon taps you on the shoulder which makes you jump a bit in fright. You turn to see him waving you to follow him into the back of the room. Once you do, you finally see what he’s been wanting to show you. There are about 20 magnificent pictures strung up across about 5 feet of space, suspended in the air. They’re all so beautiful and expertly photographed. All you can do is stand in awe.

 "I call it ‘New Perspective’. I was just thinking about how even though everything can be seen from multiple points of views, there’s usually one way that the majority of people see something, whether that be literally or metaphorically. Ms. Williams wants to give me my own exhibition at the art show this summer.”

You continue to walk down the line of photos of people or nature or cars, just life really, but they’re all shot from 2 or 3 different perspectives. Finally, you get to the last two which are candids.…of you. You gasp at how insanely beautiful he can make you look just from his amazing photography skills.

“You were my muse, (Y/N). You created this entire project.” You divert your attention to him, staring with parted lips because you didn’t know what to say.

“W-what do you mean?” You ask as your heart beat picks up a little bit. Brendon chuckles and looks down, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I’ve always admired the way you see things differently than everybody else. You view the world in such a way that I’ve never seen before, your thinking process and how you form opinions is so new and unique to you, it’s truly amazing, (Y/N). As a photographer, I obviously had to somehow document this and….” He trails off motioning towards the photos hanging above. You smile at him and can see his cheeks turning pink, even in the glow of the red light. He continues to step towards you, getting closer with each passing second.

“That’s when I realized, I wanna see things that way, I wanna think the way you do, I wanna live a life from a new perspective.”

Your bodies are now less than an inch apart from each other, You’re positive he can hear your heart thumping in your chest at this point. Your eyes flicker down to his lips and his hands slowly slip out of his pockets as you lean closer to each other, the space between your faces disappearing. You feel his hands cup around your face as your lips move in sync. This is it, the thing you’d been waiting for. You thought you were dreaming but it felt way too real to be a dream. Because it wasn’t. This was in fact real life and your best friend, Brendon Urie, who you’ve been in love with for the past 2 years is kissing you. You pull away for air and he rests his forehead against yours.

“You’re so beautiful, (Y/N). And I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while: I’m completely, head over heels, in love with you. I can’t hide it anymore.” You had the biggest smile on your face.

“I-I’m in love with you too, Brendon. I just didn’t think you would feel the same way.” You can see him return the smile in the dim light. His smile turns into a smirk and you already know where this is headed.

“I’ve also been meaning to do this…” He reconnects your lips with his but this time me grabs your ass, tapping the back of your thigh twice which indicates you to jump. You wrap your legs around his body and he slams your back against the wall. Your breathing gets heavy as he pulls away for a split second to remove your shirt. You start to fumble with the cold metal button on his black skinny jeans until it finally comes undone. He sheds himself of his pants, as do you which went a lot quicker because you could slide out easier, considering yours weren’t so tight.

You trail you hand over his bulge which causes him to shiver and gasp a little. Your hands make their way up his body and into his hair which you tug a little, making him let out a low moan and you smile into the kiss, feeling accomplished. He uses his body and other arm to press you up against the wall while his other hand sneaks its way into your panties. With any hesitation, he slips a finger into your dripping wet core automatically is responded with a moan. You can see the smirk on his face before he leans in to suck on your neck, definitely leaving a mark on your skin. He adds another finger and begins to pump faster and faster.

“Oh shit, Brendon…” You moan out as you feel your stomach tightening up. Suddenly, he stops and takes his fingers out. He brings them to your mouth and his eyes become even darker as you part your lips to allow them to enter. You suck on his fingers which makes him grow harder by the second.

“I bet you taste so sweet, babe. Do you taste sweet?” He asks and all you can do is nod, unable to catch your breath. The smirk never leaves his face as he pulls your panties down and moves them out of the way. Your eyes trail down to his bulge as he takes his shirt off and you admire his toned body. He pulls down his boxers and pumps himself a few times before looking at you in confirmation.

“You ready?” he asks and you nod. Neither of you were a virgin and you both knew that, but of course he was going to ask, he’s a sweet guy.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” You were getting frustrated and at this point, he knew it.

“No hesitation?” Okay, now he’s just being funny.

“Brendon, I swear to god, just get inside me right now! I can’t-“ You were cut off by Brendon thrusting into you once. You let out a loud moan as he lets you adjust to his size which didn’t take long.

“M-move,” You stutter out and he slowly begins to push in and out of you. As he moves faster, you tangle your hands in his hair and pull it again which you’ve now found out he loves. That makes him him moan and thrust harder.

“Fuck, (Y/N), do that again.” You continue to tug on his hair as he fucks you against the wall. As the minutes pass you both get once step closer to your climax. The only sounds heard are moaning and skin slapping.

“Shit, Bren, I’m close!” You nearly scream, you have to remember to be quiet because you’re still at school, even though everyone’s probably still at lunch.

“Me too, babe. Just hold it a little longer.” You’re not sure if you can. You core is now sopping and the familiar tightening in your stomach is getting stronger.

“Now!” You both come undone with loud moans and heavy sighs. Brendon keeps thrusting slowly so you can ride out your highs then finally sets you down. Your legs are wobbly and he has to catch you so you don’t fall.

“Woah, you okay?” You nod, your breath still shaky.

“Jesus christ, Brendon.” He chuckles. You lean against the wall for support and he presses his body to yours.

“I should’ve done that a long time ago.” he says, bending down to pick up his clothes and you do the same.

“Oh definitely.”

Once you both are fully clothed again, you wrap your arms around his neck as he smiles down at you uncontrollably.

“I love you so much, (Y/N). More than you could ever know.” He  says.

“I’m just glad we finally ended up together. I was beginning to think it wouldn’t happen.” You admit, chuckling a bit at the end.

“I guess we were just meant for each other.“

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This is the very first imagine I have ever posted on tumblr ever! Finally did it! If people start requesting I’ll start writing them regularly. Also I know the smut sucked but inbox me and let me know what you think! :) 

- Blue

Date! SVT| Jeonghan

S.Coups// Jeonghan// Joshua// Jun// Hoshi// Wonwoo// Woozi// DK// Mingyu// The8// Seungkwan// Vernon// Dino

A date with Jeonghan would be


  • He’d pick you up around 10 am for brunch
  • The car ride would be peaceful
  • Music would be playing softly in the background
  • The sun would be shining brightly through the dark tint
  • As he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant you both would each brunch at
  • he looks over at you and he’s like
  • “I love you” all sweet and charming
  • and you have no idea how you got so lucky to have this boy
  • Wait ofc you do, it’s bc you’re adorable and charming
  • he would wait a bit to make sure you’ve gotten out of the car and walk in hand in hand with you
  • you both would sit down and blah blah
  • and when the food comes. He’d bend his head down as if he’s going to eat
  • but really he looks up at you and makes sure you take your first bite 
  • and he makes sure you’re happy with the food before he takes his bite
  • and if you caught him, he’d play it off as if he wasn’t looking at you
  • and after brunch, he’d take you to this outlet mall
  • and he’d drag you around places
  • looking at good clothes
  • eating some more
  • and you’d drag him into your favorite store
  • grab a couple of outfits 
  • and he’d do the same
  • and you both come out of the fitting room at the same time with similar clothing and it’s just awww
  • You both buy the outfits to be totally cheesy
  • and like always he’s walking around holding your hand 
  • but he seems a bit hyper
  • he’s jumping up and down 
  • just being happy with you tbh
  • he’s showing you the things he loves though you knew half of them
  • and you’re showing him the things you love
  • and it’s just a happy date
  • so after, you both go to his house
  • and he’s bummed out and tired now
  • so as soon as he gets home
  • he crashes onto the couch
  • and you sit there laughing as he reaches for the remote that’s on the other side of the coffee table
  • so you walk over and grab the remote from the other side of the table
  • and hold it out 
  • and instead of grabbing the remote
  • he grabs your arm/wrist
  • and pulls you onto the couch with him
  • and now you’re like on top of him
  • and he’s just holding you in his arms
  • because he loves you
  • and he’s like “I really love you.” 
  • and you smile
  • and then you’re like “I really love you too”
I’m Actually a Red Sox Fan (Peter Parker x Reader) PART 2

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REQUEST: Basically, Part 2 was requested. In this, they go to the baseball game he asked her out on, and there’s some cute fluff in there and some Spidey action :) You don’t have to read Part 1 to understand!

I’m Actually a Red Sox Fan Masterlist (YOU DO NOT NEED TO READ THE FIRST PART TO UNDERSTAND)

P.S. ISN’T TOM HOLLAND SO ADORABLE OMG IM DYING

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“Peter, these are like thousand dollar seats.”, (Y/N) whispered into Peter’s ear as they made their way into the suite section of the stadium.

“Yeah, I told you, my boss got them and didn’t want them.”, he said.

“Your boss also lent you an Acura RSX. Either you’re secretly batman, or you’re the best intern in the world.”, she said.

Peter smirked before responding, “You’re not too far off, I promise”.

They sat down together and looked onto the game, at field level for the rest of the night. At first, they thought wearing Red Sox Merchandise would be a bad idea, I mean, it was Yankee Stadium. Surprisingly, their section was full of Sox fans, and they didn’t feel too uncomfortable.

The game was at its 12th inning, tied 7-7. David Ortiz was batting and all the Sox fans had a good feeling that this was their moment to win. Big Papi had to get the team one more point, and they would win.

Peter and (Y/N) held hands tightly in anticipation.

“C’mon Big Papi, let’s go!”, (Y/N) screamed to Peter’s amusement. Her voice was lost in the midst of the crowd.

The pitcher threw the ball, and everyone lost sight of it after Ortiz hit it. It was out of the stadium! Homerun!

“Yes!”, screamed Peter. They stood up and hugged each other tightly in celebration. (Y/N) heard the roar of the fans around them, but soon all that noise blurred out as she felt Peter’s arms around her waist, and she enjoyed the feeling of his embrace in that moment. Peter thought about kissing (Y/N) on the lips, but kissed her on the cheek instead. He wanted their first kiss to be a little more intimate than this., They pulled away from the celebration hug and looked onto the celebration happening on the field.

As they were walking out of the stadium, hand in hand, Peter and (Y/N) felt pieces of spare food being thrown at them from behind.

“What the hell?”, Peter said to a group of guys, not far from his age. There was one guy in particular, a blond, with a bowl of leftovers in his hand and a Yankee jersey on.

“Sorry, I didn’t expect to see a BlowSox fan here.”, he said, laughing way to hard at his comment.

“Yo, Tommy shut up!”, said one of his friends laughing. They reeked of alcohol.

“Cut the crap. Say sorry to my girl”, Peter said calmly, with his palms facing the ceiling of the crowded stadium hall.

His girl? (Y/N) wondered. Butterflies formed in her stomach from Peter’s display of machismo, but also because he was kind of a small guy, and she didn’t want him getting hurt.

“Piss off”, Tommy said trying to brush past Peter. Peter stopped him from moving forward, and blondie pushed him. Then Peter pushed back.

An image of Flash pushing Peter around appeared in (Y/N)’s head, and she wondered why Peter wouldn’t act like this to his school bullies.

“Peter just leave him alone!”, she said, her voice desperate.

Tommy tried to punch him, but Peter was faster.

Peter punched him in the face and all his friends started jumping on his back, but Peter elbowed them off. They each tried to have a go at him, but he caught and ducked every punch. He swept two guys from under their feet. (Y/N) felt pushing around her, and noticed the whole stadium erupted into a riot along with them.

The tension between the Yankees and the Sox in the stadium finally exploded and the area quickly became crowded, which several fans fighting violently, and food being thrown everywhere. (Y/N) screamed for Peter’s name, after losing him in the crowd.

She felt someone grab her by the arm and pull her, and she screamed. But it was only Peter.

“C’mon let’s go, they’re going to get cops here soon.”, he said. Soon they were running and pushing through the crowd to try to leave the building.

(Y/N)’s anxiety ensued monologue began as they tried to escape the riot without seeing an angry Yankee try to attack them.

“Peter, you’re so fucking crazy! You’re an animal! What is wrong with you they could have killed you! What if they had a gun, why’d you have to do that! Peter answer me! Peter! Oh my god, this is so crazy. What is wrong with you! Oh my god, Oh my god!!!”, she rambled.

Peter stayed silent, and only held her hand as he pushed through people and went through escalators and doorways until they found a safer exit.

People were running and scattered in the parking lot. They saw the police pulling up to the stadium, so they ran towards the back were the Acura was parked. Peter got in the car silently, and (Y/N) buckled herself in, no longer speaking at this point either.

Their silence was filled in by the silent hum of the car, and the air conditioner Peter turned on.

“I have to go back in.”, he said, grabbing a backpack from the backseat.

“What? What do you mean? No, Peter, take me home! This is bad enough!”, she said.

“I left my wallet inside.”, he said.

(Y/N) gaped at him in shock. “You can go to the lost and found tomorrow, there is a riot going on inside! Peter you could get hurt, no! I will not stay in this car waiting for you, until I get a call saying you’re actually in the hospital and I-”, her rambling was cut off by Peter’s lips.

(Y/N) took a deep breath in through her nose, and kissed him back. The feeling of his soft lips against  hers, calmed her and excited her in different ways, and he kissed back, tracing her bottom lip with his tongue. Before it could continue, he pulled away, and ran out the car, leaving the keys in.

(Y/N) sat there in shock, not processing what just happened.

“Peter!”, she said at first, in anger for abandoning her. “Peter…”, she said smiling to herself, her heart jumping in and out of her chest.

She slipped into the front seat and locked all the doors, and stared at the stadium, waiting for him to come back.

10 minutes passed and she got worried.

20 minutes passed and she was just waiting, confident he was going to come running back to the car at any minute.

30 minutes passed and she listened to music to calm her nerves.

2 hours had soon passed, and she was considering texting her mom, who was worried sick.

There was a tapping at the window and she jumped, only to see a bruised and cut up Peter. There was a cut on his forehead that was bleeding lightly, a bruise on his cheekbone, and his knuckles were busted up too.

She jumped out of the car and hugged him, which he grunted too, someone kicked him in the ribs at some point.

“What took you so long?”, she asked. She kept staring at his bag, which he was still holding in his hand.

“I-I-I… I had to help some people get out.”, he mumbled. (Y/N) leaned against the car door and nodded, a worried look still on her face.

“Where did you learn how to fight like that?”, she asked him, waiting for a response. He was quiet.

“I don’t understand, if you’re so buff, why can’t you get Flash off your back?”, she asked.

“Let me take you home.”, he said, not answering any of her inquiries.

“Okay.”, she agreed, respecting his silence as an answer.

When they pulled up to her house, the music on the radio station went to commercial and Peter turned it off.

“(Y/N)?”, he spoke.

“Yeah?”

“Promise that you won’t tell anyone? About how I fought off all those guys?”

“Okay. Whatever you say.”, she said, now more suspicious..

The car. The expensive tickets. The fighting. He had to go “help” people escape the riot.

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you part of the Avengers?”, she asked.

Peter’s cheeks grew red and he stared at his lap. He took in a deep breath. His heart really wanted to tell her the truth, but his brain forced different words to come out.

“I know. It’s funny. It may seem that way, but it’s not. My boss really likes me, that’s how I got the tickets and the car. He’s more of an uncle than anything. And I was just trying to do the right thing out in the stadium. But it was wrong for me to leave you all alone in the car. I’m sorry.”, he said.

He had a straight face, and his stomach hurt so much of guilt. He really really liked this girl, and this wasn’t the way to start off the relationship, with more spider man lies. It wasn’t completely a lie, right?

“Thank you for being honest with me Peter.”, (Y/N) smiled at him, and Peter clenched his teeth.

She leaned into him and he kissed her back softly. He closed his eyes and forgot the world in the kiss, losing himself in her every second. She bit his lip and he pulled her closer, the interior of the car suddenly becoming the null, unimportant presence of time. The only thing he felt, was the space between their two bodies, and every part of her that he could.

I’m Actually a Red Sox Fan Masterlist

OKAY LISTEN HERE CARRY ON BAND AU

-Simon is totally the lead singer, his energy and vibrance just draws everyone in
-He had a problem with his stutter at first but as he got more confident on stage, it went away
-Penelope is the drummer. I figure that she would love being on stage but still kinda prefer to not be in the direct spotlight.
-Baz is the charismatic guitarist, who is openly gay
-The band got shit from the media for ‘being so multicultural’, but Simon was having none of it
-One look from Simon shuts down any intrusive interviewer asking racist questions regarding Penny and Baz.
-“How does their ethnicity affect their ability to perform?”
-Agatha is the super shy bassist that everyone totally adores
-Simon is like a completely different person on and off stage.
-He totally had stage fright.
-Still does, but Baz helps him a lot by just being next to him
-Their first album is called “Cherry Scones”, much to the annoyance and bemusement of Penelope and Baz, respectively.
-“Rome wasn’t built on mutual admiration, Bunce. Let him have his fun.”
-Simon is the reluctant frontman, but behind the scenes, it’s Baz
-I feel like their stage outfit would be like formal suits for the boys and awesome long flowing dresses for the girls, except for Penny who just goes “screw it” and turns up in a jacket and jeans outfit
-Baz totally wears makeup.

To be honest, it doesn’t bother me that we didn’t get to see the whole proposal. I liked that we got to see Andy go down on one knee and Sharon’s look of surprise. Don’t get me wrong I would have loved to see the full proposal but this was also enough to make me happy. The looks they gave each other throughout the episode was adorable.

At the beginning of season 5 would this have pissed me off? Yes. Over winter break I was able to step back and look at it differently. Without Rusty I bet we wouldn’t get half the shandy scenes we do. He’s not my favorite but he’s grown back on me. I also found that getting pissed off about a show that wasn’t going to change did nothing but make me enjoy the show less.

This half of the season I’ve been able to enjoy the crimes, other character’s stories, and the shandy moments we do get. Not every episode is perfect or my cup of tea but I want more seasons. I want more small shandy scenes. Last, I want all you amazing fanfic writers to keep writing the amazing add on scenes and AUs! I can’t get enough!

Ummm, the poth child that I made is here
And he looks badass somehow XD

BUT I haven’t selected a name for him yet
Your choice, nekophy

I’m copying all this down just in case ot got lost

art by nommmm–73 

response:

DON’T LEAVE ME UP FOR THE NAME I WILL NAME THAT CHILD TWINKLE SICKLE

When you keep stealing their sweatshirts | JB, Jackson & Yugyeom reaction

I don’t even know anymore, I’m running out of ideas this is pathetic…

JB

Him: “BABE HAVE YOU SEEN MY SWEATSHIRT”

You: //sweats nervously “WHICH ONE”

Him: “The new grey one I got yesterday!”

You: *looks down* *new grey sweatshirt* “NO”

Him: *walks in* *stares* “Wow you a liar babe”

You:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Jackson

He walks in, sees you in his sweatshirt, thinks you look adorable, takes a million pictures and posts them on instagram and makes a mental note to leave them laying around more often.

Yugyeom

Pretty similar to Jackson, except he wouldn’t post the pictures online. He’d use them as blackmail. Evil maknae is evil, after all.

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“Harry, you’re always welcome to go back to bed if you’d like.” You said softly, glancing over at him before bringing your attention back to the sleeping baby cradled in your arms. Both you and Harry had just become new parents to an adorable little girl, and as much as you loved your baby - Good god, you wanted a proper night’s rest. 

“No, no. S’okay.” Harry murmured, voice scratchy with exhaustion as he reached up to rub at his eyes. “You’ve always been the one to get her when she starts cryin’ - It’s only fair tha’ I do somethin’.” He yawned, getting up off the rocking chair and padding over to you. 

“You’ve got work tomorrow, Harry. We can’t have you walking in looking half-dead.” You laughed lightly, looking down at Y/D/N as you bounced her up and down gently. “I, on the other hand, have no plans. So you should get your butt back in bed and I’ll be here.” 

“Don’ be silly, Y/N.” Harry frowned, wrapping his arms around you from behind as he propped his chin up on your shoulder. “Yeh nearly fell asleep this morning while makin’ breakfast.” 

“So what? Extra crispy bacon won’t kill you.” You pouted, immediately shutting your mouth when you saw Y/D/N stir in her sleep. If she woke up and began crying again, you would probably burst into tears as well. 

“I’d like some quality time with my daughter, and yeh can’t say no t’ tha’.” Oh, he was going to use that card? You let out a small sigh and turned your head slightly, watching Harry make his way back to the rocking chair before holding his arms out. “C’mon, now. Gimme my baby.” Well, this did mean you’d be able to go back to sleep.. And Harry was volunteering to stay up with the baby, so maybe this was your only chance to catch some more z’s.  

“Alright, alright.” You handed Y/D/N off gently, Harry carefully positioning her in his arms before adjusting her blanket a little. “You sure you’ll be fine?” 

“We should be good. You’re only a room away, love. If something happens you’ll be the first t’ know.” Harry teased, humming as you leaned down to give him a kiss. “See yeh in the mornin’, sleepy-head.” 

And as you took a step before leaving the room, you couldn’t help but turn to look at Harry one more time with a warm heart - How in the world did you get to be so lucky?

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gifs aren’t mine!

In the link you can find 100 gif icons of ELIZABETH OLSEN with a flower border. I wasn’t going to post them… but I made them and they look pretty cute and I have no need for them so why not honestly?

Please like or reblog if you found this helpful/if saving. c: This hunt will most likely be continuously updated, which is why I put it on a page rather then an actual read-more post.

  • None of these gifs belong to me, I only cropped them to icon size. If you see any that you would like taken down just let me know and it will be removed immediately. I got them from this gif hunt. 
  • The adorable border is not mine as well. It belongs solely to @jungkookrph!

                                        [ R E A D - M O R E ]

お誕生日おめでとう KAI!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR BELOVED LEADER! 

Originally posted by bottom-of-the-death-valley

Thank you so much for sharing your radiant positivity and your extraordinary musical talents! I kinda feel like you are, unfairly, the underrated member of the band, when you are actually the backbone of the GazettE.

BUT DON’T LET THAT GET TO YOU because it’s your awesome leadership and support that us Sixth-Guns and the GazettE members are able to stand together and be where we are today. I hope that we can continue walking down this musical journey together, so keep on blessing us with your adorable, life-giving smiles and laughter (his dimples ugh), and keep beating those drums with all you’ve got! (I love it when you look like you’re playing in ecstasy!)

Originally posted by sweetest-mistake


As fans, we’ll do our best to cheer you on, and our heartbeats will passionately beat along with the sound of the GazettE and your drums :)

Originally posted by sweetest-mistake

I HOPE THAT YOU HAVE THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!

Husband Material

Originally posted by 50shadesofgraylee

Genre: Fluff

Husband Material

[A visit from Chulgoo at work]

You finally got your class settled down enough to assign them their homework, followed by a collective groan from your students. Teaching was your passion, you loved that you could mold young minds and help prepare them for the world, but 9 year olds were a handful. You glanced at the clock, you still had about fifteen minutes of class left. “I think we still have time to do a small activity.” You reached for the handouts on your desk, but another hand pulled them away. Looking up you were met with the adorable dimpled smile of your boyfriend. “Chulgoo, when did you-”

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y’all i need to yell about meera:

I KNOW WE’RE ALL SAD BUT

BUT CONSIDER

HER LITTLE SMILE and chatting w/ hodor

the way she runs is so cute omg, she has no business looking this adorable in a crisis

JUST STARING DOWN THE NIGHT’S KING NBD

TAKING DOWN WIGHTS RIGHT AND LEFT

AND WHEN SHE JUST FUCKING SPEARS THAT WHITE WALKER AM I RIGHT

MY GIRL MY LOVE MY QITN

lifting bran onto the sledge and then pulling that thing all by her goddamn self WHEN WILL SHE CARRY ME AWAY TBH

YOU GUYS SHE LEFT THE CAVE WITHOUT HER FURS, DID SHE PACK THEM FIRST?????  IT’S COLD OUT THERE, I’M WORRIED D: D: D:

Hi, my name is [TANA], and this is my first proper digital art, I guess… 

Ok, I’m sorry (not really) @danisnotonfire

Anyway, This is indeed my first ‘real’ try on digital art… I finally got my new laptop and first graphic tablet to work and now the only thing I need to have is actual knowledge of how to do this (digital stuff is freaking complicated, omg…) I’ve only drawn traditionally so far and I feel like I’m starting from ground zero, but that’s okay… Looking forward to be actually able to make the things I want (I hope)

This was drawn with krita (bc I fucking have no money) and a lot of patience and a lot of time investment… I actually doodled this thing moth ago in my sketchbook so I just redrew it. Funny how the sketch took me like… 15 minutes and this HOURS… but yeah…

Yesterday I was pretty proud of it (since it could have been so much worse considering my utter ignorance of the medium) but when I opened it today… well yeah… I’ll get there eventually (And I will be improving on  backgrounds! (I’ll try at least, promise…)

Okay, sorry, this got way too long, I’ll stop…

Have a great day! ;3

Tana


I would like to state for the record that I will never not even in a million years ever be over the whole beth childs look with the suit and the sunglasses and the bun

I Always Knew

Finally got around to writing a KimiYoi story, they need more love. I hope its okay, i just thing thoe two are so adorable. Also, feel free to send me prompts, im in a writing mood but i dont have much insporation. 

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“What are you doing?” Kimizuki asked, looking down at his boyfriend as he held himself above him.

“Watching you do push ups.” Yoichi giggled, lying directly beneath Kimizuki and smiling.

“Do you have to be right under me?”

“Yep!” Kimizuki sighed, knowing Yoichi wasn’t going to move. The small boy could be stubborn at times, usually getting what he wanted. Rather than getting up, Kimizuki just rolled his eyes and continued doing push ups, lowering himself until he was touching Yoichi’s nose with his own. Giggling, Yoichi pecked Kimizuki’s lips, making him blush softly.  

“You…” He muttered grumpily, pushing back up on his arms and staying up for a few moments until Yoichi got impatient.

“Come back down.” He urged quietly, pouting. A small smile spread across Kimizuki’s face as he lowered himself again, grateful for his stamina. This time he met Yoichi’s lips eagerly, kissing him for a moment before his arms demanded that he move. Yoichi whined when he moved, wanting to continue the kiss. They continued this for a few minutes, kissing for as long as Kimizuki’s arms could hold out and then repeating the process.

“Yoichi, I cant do this much longer.” Kimizuki muttered, arms burning as he fought to stay up. Yoichi nodded, an idea coming into his mind. Slowly, he lifted his hands to Kimizuki’s sides, making the other raise an eyebrow from behind his glasses. Yoichi remained silent, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he started running his fingers over the flesh of his boyfriends sensitive stomach and sides, tickling him. He had learned the pinkettes weakness by accident, wrapping his arms around his waist one day only to find out that Kimizuki was extremely ticklish. He had used that to his advantage ever since, bring Kimizuki nearly to tears with laughter every time.

“Yoichi…” Kimizuki warned, arms shaking as he fought back giggles, a smile fighting its way onto his face.

“Hmm?” Yoichi asked innocently, as though he was doing nothing wrong. He continued to tickle Kimizuki mercilessly, ignoring his cries.

“I-im gonna… I’ll f-fall if you d-don’t…” Kimizuki managed to force out between bouts of laughter, panting heavily as he tried to keep from crushing his tiny boyfriend. Yoichi just giggled and tickled him more, squeaking when Kimizuki’s arms collapsed and he fell down, pinning Yoichi beneath him.

“Hehe, Kimizuki-kun, I thought you would last longer.” He laughed, pecking Kimizuki’s cheek. He just rolled his eyes and looked away, huffing.

“Shut up, its your fault.”

“Aww, but it was so fun to kiss you every time you got close to me.” Yoichi wrapped his arms around Kimizuki’s neck, smiling softly. Kimizuki couldn’t help but smile as well as he leaned down to kiss Yoichi sweetly, pulling back after a moment.

“I could get used to doing push ups like that, makes it worth the effort.” He said softly, flushing bright pink to match his hair. “Yeah?” Yoichi asked, pulling Kimizuki a little closer and nuzzling his cheek.

“Yeah.” Kimizuki whispered, leaning into Yoichi’s touch. He was a little worried he was hurting the brunette but he pushed those thoughts aside, knowing he was tougher than he looked.

They stayed like that for awhile, Kimizuki resting his head in the crook of Yoichi’s neck, threading one hand into his soft hair. “Kimizuki?”

“Hmm?”

“Sorry, but your kinda squashing me.” Kimizuki’s eyes went wide and he immediately rolled off of Yoichi, lying on his back next to him.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t worry, it ok.” Yoichi smiled, turning onto his side to snuggle Kimizuki. He buried his face into the taller mans chest, letting out a sigh of content. Kimizuki wrapped his arms around Yoichi, holding him tightly.

“You know I love you, right?” He asked quietly, overtaken by a sudden bout of insecurity.

“Of course I do, you tell me every day. And even if you didn’t I can tell, I can tell by the way you do little things for me. Make me breakfast even though we’re already late, holding my hand when we watch sad movies, those massages that you give when my hips hurt.”

Kimizuki blushed at that one, knowing exactly why Yoichi’s hips were hurting in the first place. 

“Its little things like that, things that remind me exactly how much you care about me, that make me sure that you love me. Even when you don’t say it.”

“I love you Yoichi.” Kimizuki muttered, kissing Yoichi’s chocolate colored hair.

“I love you too, Shiho.”

anonymous asked:

Ok so I may have been going through malis ig and she posted a pic of her laying down but you could see her arm and it looked like she had a c tattooed on her arm and what if she got it for her lil bro cal

if it is a c, it’s highly likely it’s for cal since he has one for her!! that’s so adorable