he can wear a suit


How beautiful Youngjae can be ? He needs to wear pink more often bc it suits him so well

Ed n’ Oz from Gotham again but now with their fancy hats. Still trying to figure out the whole how their faces work.


’ I’m gonna pop that little zit when I get home. ’
’ You must have been an athlete in your thinner days. ’
’ Hey, hey, lets stick to the topic okay? ’
’ You know, I’d be happy to perscribe something for that. ’
’ Between you and the humpty dance, I’ll have to get a metal plate on my butt. ’
’ Hey, you wanna go to the club with us tonight? ’
’ Well, someone has her/his rude hat on tonight. ’
’ I’m starvin’. When do we eat here? ’
’ I think you’ve been deprived of oxygen at birth. ’
’ You’re the man. I’m just the man behind the man. ’
’ Man, have I told you how thin you’re lookin’ lately? ’
’ How can I forget? He was wearing my purple suit. ’
’ I was going to drop by and check on the, the thing. ’
’ Aren’t you a little overdressed? ’
’ What kind of idiot picks a password no one can guess? ’
’ Then how do you explain becoming a lawyer? ’
’ Excuse me, what’s a nine-letter word for “Terrific?” ’
’ I’m sick of being such a big loser. ’
’ When the press hears about this they’re going to have a field day. ’
’ You know, I was looking through your police file, and bingo! ’
’ Oh wake up, knucklehead. ’
’ Well, you know I never had a good imagination. ’
’ I never even had imaginary friends when I was a kid. ’
’ Ain’t no thang but a chicken wing. ’
’ I noticed you noticing me and I just wanted to put you on notice. ’
’ That’s called prudent planning. ’
’ I’m still exhausted from last night. ’
’ All I asked you to do was a little yard work. ’
’ What’s that hideous thing growing out of your neck? ’
’ Could you drop me off at the beach? ’
’ My fault, man! I must have got the wrong crib. ’
’ I’m sorry! I thought you were all asleep! ’
’ Look, now, everybody calm down. False alarms happen all the time. ’
’ Trust is a very fragile thing… ’
’ I’m as big as a house. All I want to do is lie in bed and eat pie. ’
’ I mean, we must all do our parts to protect the environment. ’
’ Why, I never knew it was such a problem. ’
’ Where should I make a donation? ’
’ You know, ain’t like I’m still five years old, you know? ’
’ Sarcasm? Whatever do you mean? ’
’ Whoa, hold on mister, you’re all over the map! ’
’ Well, you know what they say about guys with big feet. ’
’ Those things are stupid. What does mine say? ’
’ My horoscope says that I’m gonna be a famous rapper with a TV show. ’
’ I’m too ashamed to talk about it, it’s better if I show you… ’
’ You did a porno movie? ’
’ If you’re serious, I could make some calls. ’
’ There’s something I need to tell you. ’
’ I was keeping them in case I needed them… ’
’ How could you be so stupid? ’
’ You know you shouldn’t be messing with drugs! ’
’ Somebody gave them to me at school. ’
’ My son/daughter could have died because of you! ’
’ I got the cake you wanted for the family reunion. ’
’ It’s round, it’s rubber and you’ll never use it! ’
’ You say you want things but you’re never willing to work for it! ’
’ You’re a slacker. You never make the sacrifice. ’
’ Do you remember our first date? ’
’ Well, I think you should run along and play. ’
’ You have no integrity, no decency, and you’re really, really short! ’
’ Come on, I gotta get you to the hospital! ’
’ Something terrible has happened, man! ’
’ I never thought losing my virginity would be this painful! ’
’ Look, you gotta promise you’re not gonna overreact… ’
’ Those pills that you took weren’t vitamins. ’
’ What could be worse than finding out I’m still a virgin? ’
’ Oh, my God. I’m a drug addict and a virgin! ’
’ I don’t touch greasy, disgusting things! ’
’ And for your information, dinner comes first! ’
’ Oh, it’s like that, right? You’re just gonna slam garbage at me! ’
’ I’m going to be watching you like a shadow! ’
’ I love bugs and I love death. I love oozing flesh wounds! ’
’ I have been calling you for fifteen minutes. Didn’t you hear me? ’
’ Did you just put super glue in my hair gel? ’
’ I’m also getting tired of the short jokes. I’m average height. ’
’ If you were me, you’d be good looking. ’
’ You’re not in touch with anybody's feminine side. ’
’ You’re gonna embarrass me when I become the new co-host. ’
‘ It’s not a doll, it’s an action figure! ’
’ I’ve been studying self-defense. ’
’ I’m just trying to recall what it felt like to be fifteen. ’
’ It was so long ago, how could you remember? ’
’ I’m just so upset, I’m saying things I don’t even mean. ’
’ You know something? This is all your fault. ’
’ What is that, like the theme of this family? ’
’ Knowing my luck, I might run into a disgruntled postal worker. ’
’ Y'all know ain’t no little bullet gonna stop me. ’
’ What does that have to do with anything? ’
’ Have you ever crushed any one? ’
’ Y'all come back now, y'hear? ’
’ What do you mean I didn’t get the job? ’
’ Well, you tell those little brats I don’t like them either! ’
’ What does it look like I’m doing? I’m gambling. ’
’ You stole my wallet? How much do we have? ’
’ Um… You a little freaky-deeky, ain’t you? ’
’ I think you’ve been smokin’ a little bit too much of that catnip. ’
’ I’m a little uncomfortable with nudity. ’
’ Oh, for God’s sake, would you leave already? ’
’ Oh, we have to have a special going away dinner for you. ’
’ Well, it’s got ceiling-to-floor doors, and wall-to-wall floors. ’
’ You can’t see my apartment, because I don’t have one. ’
’ That just doesn’t sound right coming from me, does it? ’
’ This is a stick with a snake wrapped around it. ’
’ You ain’t ever gonna change! ’
’ I’m getting the last word! ’
’ You’re not age appropriate for this party. ’
’ Haven’t you learned anything from all of this? ’
’ Doesn’t anyone care about how I feel? ’
’ I never say that. It’s make like a banana and split. ’
’ Come on people, I weigh the same I weighed back in high school. ’
’ I hope you like that system, because you’re gonna be seeing a lot more of it in your life. ’

“It is not so that the good detective should act, eh? I perceive your thought. He must be full of energy. He must rush to and fro. He should prostrate himself on the dusty road and seek the marks of tyres through a little glass. He must gather up the cigarette-end, the fallen match? That is your idea, is it not?”

His eyes challenged us. “But I - Hercule Poirot - tell you that it is not so! The true clues are within - here!” He tapped his forehead. “See you, I need not have left London. It would have been sufficient for me to sit quietly in my rooms there. All that matters is the little grey cells within. Secretly and silently they do their part, until suddenly I call for a map, and I lay my finger on a spot - so - and I say: the Prime Minister is there! And it is so! With method and logic one can accomplish anything!”

- Agatha Christie, Poirot Investigates: The Kidnapped Prime Minister

i reminded myself earlier about that awful shirt joey not only owns but actually wears

i obviously like to assume animated jojo owns all the same clothes as comic book jojo. imagine the titans tracking down villains at a hardcore death metal concert and jericho. is just there. probably in the stage lineup. wearing that.

Model AU

For @silver-note
Sorry for being a little late. Life’s been so busy lately and I just got time to write these out for you. I really hope you like them! :3

-Shouto and Katsuki work as models. They’ve run into each other a few times throughout their careers, but haven’t thought much of it. Both are very popular and are asked to do a photo shoot together.

-Shouto has always found Katsuki to be beautiful, in a rough-edged, savage kind of way. His pictures are always showing more skin than necessary and those red eyes burn straight through you. He grins like a lion about to pounce.

-Shouto’s pictures, on the other hand, are elegant and graceful: suits and ties, casual wear, bathing suits, he can make anything look good. People are in awe over his eyes and hair and photographers make sure to bring it out in their work with him. Katsuki pretends not to give a shit when he meets him for their shoot together. But he can’t stop sneaking glances at Shouto’s gorgeous, mismatched eyes.

-Their photographer is a new kid: Izuku. He is the opposite of the practiced professionals who normally work with Katsuki and Shouto. He’d awkward, dorky, and trips over his own feet. He’s supposed to be taking photos of the two for a fashion magazine, but he couldn’t be less fashionable himself: wearing an old jacket that keeps falling off one shoulder, round, red-framed glasses, and sneakers.

-Katsuki wants to walk out right then. Shouto thinks the photographer is oddly adorable though, and convinces him not to storm off like an idiot.

-When they start, they immediately can tell that Izuku is different from the others in more ways than one. Instead of sticking with what works, he wants to change things.

-He encourages Katsuki to tone down the crooked smirks and savage charm. Instead, he asks him to not even smile, to just look into the camera like he’s trying to tell the reader, come here. And it works. Katsuki growls and grumbles the whole time, but his own pictures come out looking like he’s about to come off the page and pin the reader against the wall. He comments this aloud and Izuku blushes. “R—really? I guess that was sorta what I was going for… I wanted to focus on your eyes a lot…”

-For Shouto, he doesn’t take the clean, graceful route at all. He messes him up. He has Shouto lay on his back, arms sprawled about his head, and tip his chin up slightly. Then he actually sticks his fingers into Shouto’s hair and tousles it (shouto shivers the whole time, but tries not to show it) Then he tells him to smile like someone just made his day.

-“How do I do that?”
“Your hair is very pretty, Shouto.”
And Shouto smiles like a fool, and it comes out lopsided, with a hint of teeth biting his lower lip, and he looks damn good.

-At some point throughout the shoot, Shouto walks over to Katsuki and asks him if he’s ever had such good pictures taken of him before. Katsuki grudgingly admits that the “damn nerd” did a pretty good job. “Not to mention he’s fucking cute. And he made you look fucking edible.”

-They come to conclusion to ask their sweet little photographer out to dinner.


- Erik is a flirt, no doubt about it.

- You and Erik have a quiet little game going on.

- “Who would give in to the other first?”

- It was a risky but intoxicating competition.

- Mostly for you.

- You couldn’t help yourself sometimes.

- Erik can wear a suit like no one’s business.

- He can wear anything… or nothing at all.

- Then again, so can you.

- However, you never truly had a chance.

- He’d offer you a drink and smile devilishly.

- Wine. Wine. Wine.

- That smolder…

- Erik steals glances, licking his lips for you.

- If you end up saying no, he will respect your choice.

- He’s a true gentleman.

- But he knows your weaknesses and it gets you almost instantly.

- Because it actually doesn’t take much.

- Why would it? He’s as handsome as they come.

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anonymous asked:

"I love you,I promise that you never get hurt" + tae from bts mafia!au? Pleaase

How did you get into this mess?

If you knew it will end this way, you will not even try, or hope for this relationship to work.


Your eyes wandering around the old looking bar wildly, half scanning the new place, half trying to find a seat. You drag your feet on the wooden floor slowly, and sit on the stool, eyes still looking around. Not many people are here, making it one of the calmest bar you have ever been. Only the occasional sound of glasses, clicks of lighters, people talking, and the oldies being played by a live band. This place looks like it comes straight out from the 50’s, complete with the old furniture and decorations.

You glance at the right side of the bar. There is a small vintage stage, with a group of middle aged men and women playing some oldies and classics.

“What do you want to drink, young lady?” A bartender’s voice makes you snap your head back to the front. Before you is a young man, with an amazing physique, not too muscular or too skinny. His brown hair is parted into 5:2, neatly combed. He is wearing a white shirt with a small bow tie around the collar. His face showing much interest to you, making you avert away your eyes instantly from him.

You hesitate, “One perfect martini, please.”

“Anything for the lady,” he turns on his heels and begins mixing the drink. Seconds later, he places a cocktail glass, filled with clear liquid in front of you, complete with a fresh green olive.

You glue your eyes to the old oak bar table in front of you. You rest your hands on it, intertwining both of your hands with each other. Your tongue stiffens, making you unable to produce any words out. You slightly nods your head and pulls the drink closer to your body.

“What’s a young lady like you doing here, all alone?” The bartender asks, breaking the silence. He is standing, showing his back as he wipes some glasses behind the bar.

Sipping some drink from the glass lips, you say, “Just bored. And this is quite an interesting place too, it’s quiet.”

“Yeah, it’s not that popular. The owner is the third generation to run this bar. He doesn’t want to do any changes to it, keeping it still like before. This place was once very popular, back in the 50’s. But I guess people want change. So lesser people come. Only the regulars will keep coming here,” he explains. He walks to the shelf and arrange the glasses neatly, still not facing you.

Suddenly, you feel a figure silently takes a seat right next to you. You can see at the corner of your eyes, he is wearing a suit and a fedora hat, as he is smoking a cigar.

The bartender turns around, and as soon he lays he eyes on the man beside you, his body freezes. Clouds of smoke float around the man’s face, making him appear mysterious.

“Sir, how can I help you?” The bartender’s tone sounds serious. His expression show such emotion that you cannot define.

The man clears his throat before speaking, “A glass of whiskey, please.”

His deep husky voice makes your heart beat quickens. Your curiosity grows, but your eyes still on the your glass, as if the glass is a lot more attractive than him.

Without a word, the bartender quickly place the golden colored drink on the table, and disappears from the scene, leaving you and the man at the bar. You would be lying if you say that you do not feel nervous.

“I’m Taehyung,” the man speaks up.

At that remark, you bravely turn your head to face him, and God, he is such a masterpiece.

High bridge nose, piercing stare from his brown eyes, that perfectly arched eyebrows, and lips, wrapped around that cigar. His side profile is just so perfect, that you did not notice you are staring.

“Enjoying the view?” His head now turns to his left, his eyes bore down to yours. A smirk is so evident on his face. Your cheeks turn into rosy pink, as you duck down in shyness.

‘What a cute reaction,’ Taehyung thought to himself.

“I’m Y/N,” you politely introduce yourself, trying to make the situation less awkward than it already be.

“Would you stay with me, no matter what happens?” He questioned you on one fateful night when both of you were tangled between the sheets, moonlight softly shone through the blinds on the window.

“Of course I will. I love you,” was your automatic response.

Present Day

You were in love with him, but he is not the normal type of boyfriend who will cuddle with you at nights, takes you out on a fancy dinner, buy you flowers or watch some romantic cliche flicks with you.

He is a mafia boss, in the area you are staying. You did not know it before of course, he hid it so well. Masking himself as a businessman who always need to go for work and only be back on late nights. He had always said that his business was so important to him, being that he is the heir from his late father.

“I’m not like the normal guys, Y/N. I’m dangerous. But you, you are the only person that sees through me. I can be completely myself when I’m with you. Don’t you leave me,” his persuasive voice made your legs go jelly. But you know, this is not right.

He is dangerous, so damn dangerous. You love him, but hell, would you risk your family too? You know, you and your family will be the main target to the other mafia families who want to destroy him. 

No. You cannot risk that. And you finally decided to break up with him.

It is for the best.

That is, until one night, as you are walking back home from work, two men pounce onto you, and pull you inside a car. Everything is happening too fast. Their strong grip make you freeze in your seat, and keep your silence. With three strong looking men in the car, you choose to not do anything stupid, thus risking you to be found dead minutes later on the street. One of the men forcefully ties a blindfold on your eyes, making you feel more anxious as seconds pass by.

The car stop after what is feels like hours, and you are dragged out from the car, but this time, the men treat you like a fragile glass. 

“Follow us. And don’t struggle.”

 They guide you somewhere. The echo of the footsteps suggests that you are now walking through a hallway. 

Seconds later, they halt in their tracks. You hear sounds of knocking on a door.

“Come in,” a muffled voice is heard. You hear creaking sound of a door, before the men guide you to continue walking and stopping a few steps after.

“Both of you may leave,” a familiar deep voice resonate in your ear, as you feel the men grips on your arms disappear. Their footsteps becomes fainter as they walk away, and closes the door.

Your breath hitchs, hearing another footsteps coming to your direction, and passing you.

“Taehyung?” You croak out.

Click. The door is locked.

“Taehyung? Is that you? ” You voice out again, sounding like you are in such despair.

The footsteps travel closer to you, and the blindfolds are off. You squint your eyes at the sudden brightness of the room, until a familiar figure stands right before you.

“Hey. How have you been? ” 

Taehyung asks, a wicked smile is plastered on his face. His gaze on you make you feel small, and vulnerable. You bite down your dry bottom lips and avoid any eye contact with him.

“You said you will stay with me. But then, you disappear. Why you lied, Y/N? Don’t you love me anymore?” His voice sounds sad and disappointed.

No response from you.

He rubs the temple of his nose, sighing softly at your silence.

“It doesn’t matter. Now that you are here, you are now completely mine,” his voice turns cheerful, making you snap and look at him in fear.

His hand travels slowly, from the tip of your fingers, up to your arms and stays on your shoulder. He pulls you close, and pats your hair, chuckling.

“I love you, and I promise you will never get hurt,” his lips come in contact with your hot cheeks, sending shivers down your spine.

Things I Write When I’m Bored

It’s done! I gotta admit, Tae as a mafia boss will be the hottest thing on Earth

Hope you like it! <3

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anonymous asked:

Could you do one on peter etc and the guardians wanting tony to join them in space but he is still scarred from the battle of New York and peter is the one to help him decide to go.

Tony stands on his roof and looks at the spaceship. The milano looks wonderful but Tony can’t help himself. He shivers.

“Rocket? I need you to check the turbine again. Then we can leave.” says Peter and Tony looks up to him. Peter stands on the ladder and Rocket is somewhere under the ship.

Gamora said she would bring Groot on his seat and even Drax is already inside.

“Tony?” says Peter, because Tony still stands there. Frozen.

“Hm?” is the only thing Tony can say without starting to puke.

Peter looks really worried now. But Tony can’t help it. He is scared.

“Are you nervous?” asks Peter when he comes down and stands in front of Tony.

“Hm.” Tony says again. He doesn’t have to open his mouth for that.

“Hey it’s gonna be okay.” says Peter and he slowly reaches for Tonys shoulder to pat him there. Tony jerks away.

“I- i d-don’t know.” answers Tony finally and he can’t help his scared look. What if he sees those aliens again?

What if he falls from space and this time there is no Hulk to catch him.


“It’s n-nothing.” chokes Tony and nods firmly. He can do this. He promised he would go with them.

And here is nothing left for Tony.

On earth? Yes Pepper, Rhodey and the Spiderkid. And Tony promised them he would visited every two months. And he will miss them. But he knows they love him and he loves them. So it’s okay.

But at his tower? Not really.

Well. He did cry when he said goodbye to Dummy, U and Butterfinger. And Jarvis will now only be in his suit. But they are gonna be okay. Pepper promised to look after them. Peter, too.

“You sure?” asks Peter again and Tony goes toward the ship. He takes the steps carefully and manages to go trough the door. So far so fine.

“Turbine is ready.” says Rocket and when Tony hears the loud sound its almost like the hellicarrier.

And that brings back those memories of Loki and the Chitauri. And a moment later Tony is falling. He is falling from space and no one is there…

Oh god he is going to die, isn’t he?


Tony can’t breathe. He has no oxygen. And the suit is too heavy and…

“Please say something Tony!” says that voice again and Tony opens his eyes again.

“I’m here sweetheart. Everything is okay. I’ve got you.”

“P-peter?” croaks Tony and he tries to breath again. This time it goes a lot better. His vision isn’t swimming anymore and now he sees Peter right above him.

“Yeah I’m here. You scared me pretty bad, darling.”

Tony wants to ask what is going on with those nicknames. But he tries to focus on breathing.

“N-nothing.” he manages to get out and Peter shakes his head.

“Doesn’t looked like nothing.” answers Peter and Tony realizes that he lays in Peters lap. He can feel the heat in his cheeks.

“Mr. Quill. It appears that Sir had a panic attack due to his flight in space 2012. His suit shut down after he managed to throw the nuke into the chitauri spaceship. Apparently Sir thought he was back to fallen on earth and dying.” summarizes Jarvis up.

“J?” asks Tony breathless, because he isn’t wearing his suit. So why can he hear him? He isn’t even wearing his watch.

“Thats right, Sir. I’m here.” says Jarvis again and Tony frowns.

“Rocket installed him, when you said you wanted to join us. He said you needed your best friend with you.” says Peter, because he knows what Tony wants to ask.

“Really?” Tony asks because that was…nice. He didn’t want to pressure the guardians into having Jarvis around. Cap and the other didn’t like him very much.

“Course. We don’t leave anyone behind, hm.” says Peter and he strokes Tonys hair. Tony realizes that they are alone. Looks like the others gave them some time alone.

“Also i’m sure there are a few … uhm people you like to meet.” says Peter and a familiar beep echoes trough the room. Tony looks around. They are in his new bedroom, that Rocket made him. It’s next to Peters and Tony liked it the first second he saw it.

And there in the corner are Dummy, U and Butterfingers. Tony grins so wide, but he can’t help and tears up.

“They are coming with us?” Tony asks and Dummy beeps again.

“Yeah thought you like the surprise. But i’m not sure if its a good idea to leave… i mean you just had a pretty bad panic attack about space.” says Peter and he lays his hand on Tonys cheek.

“No! I wanna go!” says Tony and sits up. He is still in Peters lap.

“Tony we are still on earth and you just blacked out:” says Peter and he looks so worried. Tony looks down.

“I really wanna go with you.” mumbles Tony and Peter sighs.

“I’m gonna regret this, but fine. But you aren’t leaving my side, yes? And i want Jarvis to report me your vitals all the time.” says Peter and Jarvis confirms that.

Tony smiles.

“I promise. And now that i have my friends with me, its going to be alright.” whispers Tony and Peter chuckles.

“Oh wow. So i’m not your friend.” says Peter fake hurt and Tony smiles.

“I hope you would be more.”

anonymous asked:

Fam may I have headcanons on how the RFA + V and Saeran sleep, please?

okay um- 

RFA + V and Saeran~ 

they lay in bed or whatever then when they slowly drift to sleep they first reach 

Stage 1 of sleep, this is the lightest stage of sleep, where they can be easily awakened 

then they reach 

Stage 2 of sleep, which is where eye movement stops and brain waves become slower with only an occasional burst of rapid brain waves

Stage 3 of sleep is deeper sleep where delta waves are seen, which are really slow brain waves and they’re intercepted by smaller waves ever so often 

Stage 4 of sleep is where the brain produces mainly delta waves, it’s extremely difficult to wake someone up from this kind of sleep, Stage 3-4 are called Deep Sleep, in this sleep there is no eye movement nor muscle activity 

There’s another kind of sleep called REM sleep, which translates to rapid eye movement sleep, in which the brain is replaying memories from the day and getting rid of them. Also breathing becomes more rapid, irregular and shallow, eyes jerk rapidly and limb muscles are temporarily paralyzed. Brain waves during this stage increase to levels experienced when a person is awake. Also, heart rate increases, blood pressure rises, and this is when dreams occur, if awoken during REM sleep one can remember the dreams. There’s an average of 3-5 parts of REM sleep, which is what allows our bodies to be refreshed once we wake up as sleep allows our brains to sort through all unnecessary memories. It’s vital humans sleep more the an hour because REM sleep occurs approx AFTER an hour of light sleeping. 

I got most of this information from my Psychology teacher plus my notes from that class, so I mayyyy have gotten a few things wrong! Also there’s a few things missing ech- 

 Hopefully I answered correctly!

Okay but seriously here’s the headcannons //dies//

Keep reading

i couldn’t get this scene out of my head but i have no idea if/when i would be able to use it so here, just take it, get it away from me

“This would be a pretty typical manner of dress, then,” Bruce asked, holding up the garment before he put it on.

“You can just wear a suit if that would be more comfortable for you,” Diana reminded him from the other side of the screen.

“No,” Bruce said automatically. Diana grinned. He was going to stand out no matter what he did, but that wasn’t going to stop him trying. “I’ve never seen one in black.”

“It’s… not particularly in fashion,” Diana said, rather than admit that those Amazons he’d met considered themselves too old for such dark colors. “I thought it would be more comfortable for you,” she added. It wasn’t as if he’d be dressing too young. He wasn’t even sixty.

“Hm.” He stepped out from behind the screen, and she restrained a squeal of delight. He looked down at himself. “This seems. Short.”

She bit one of her knuckles. “I think it looks great,” she said. “You could always — of course, if it would make you more comfortable, you could wear a longer one. It just seems… a shame.”

Bruce looked between her and his outfit with vague suspicion. “Does the length signify something. Culturally.”

“No! No, not at all.” She gestured to his lower half. “I just thought it would be a good length to showcase how hairy and thick your legs are.”

Bruce had gone very still. “… huh.”

“Not in a crude way,” she rushed to assure him. “They’re a good feature. It lets you look masculine without looking vulgar. In my opinion. Like I said, if it makes you uncomfortable, we can find something else.”

“… right.” He looked down at himself again. “And the… sleeves?” he asked, uncertain what else to call the draping fabric that didn’t reach his shoulders or fall past his elbows.

“Do you like them?” she asked, in a tone of voice that made clear that she absolutely did. “I wanted to make sure that we could — you know — your shoulders—” She made a broad gesture in the air with her fingers splayed as she said it. “—but I thought that if you covered your biceps, it would draw more attention to your forearms.” She clasped her hands underneath her chin, biting her lip.

Bruce looked at his bare forearms. He looked at Diana’s forearms, half-covered by her bracelets. The bracelets worn by every Amazon on Themyscira. He looked at his entirely bare forearms again. A tree-shaped scar followed a pale lightning path down the skin of his left arm. He looked back at Diana.

“If Clark were visiting Themyscira, would his outfit look like this.”

“Oh Hera no,” Diana said immediately. There was a pause as she realized her mistake. “Not because — it’s only that it wouldn’t suit his personality,” she explained.


“You’re just much more — he doesn’t really have the same masculine energy that you do.”


“I thought… you know.” She gestured weakly at him. “Outside the limiting confines of your own culture, you might… enjoy the freedom. To express it.”


They stared at each other in silence.

“May I at least take a picture before you put your pants back on?” she asked.

“No,” he said, disappearing back behind the screen.

She crossed her arms, making a face at him that he couldn’t see. “Would it have helped if I’d said furry instead of hairy?” she asked.


She sighed, putting her hands on her hips. “You can’t blame a woman for trying,” she muttered.

“Yes I can.”

“I wasn’t talking to you!”

ksakura48  asked:

Boom! UsPapyrus, Utsans, and Ufskelebros suddenly switch species with their human S/O! (So S/O is now a skeleton monster and skelebae is now human) what are their reactions?

This is so freaking cute like my lord! Also, I’ve seen your art and it’s outstanding!!!! I love your style especially how you draw SF Pap ;)

Some interpretations of how people have drawn these characters. (Warning: they’re hot and all credit belongs to their rightful owners!)

Also, I tried to make sure that these are the original owner’s but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME if these are stolen and I will immediately take it down!! :

http://lazuen01.tumblr.com/post/156237780485 by @lazuen01​ UT, US, And UF bros

http://mindybtv.deviantart.com/art/Underfell-Human-Sans-595199478 by mindybtv UF! Sans

http://dark22rose.deviantart.com/art/Underfell-Human-Sans-642698395 by dark22rose UF!Sans

https://askundertalesans.tumblr.com/image/131229752559 by @askundertalesans​ UT Sans and Paps

http://kimmys-voodoo.deviantart.com/art/All-The-Sans-629796493 by Kimmy-voodoo US, UT, UF, SF Sans

http://adzze.deviantart.com/art/Under-universe-603710240 by adzze UT, UF, US Bros



You as a skeleton is insanely attractive to him.

“guess what matters the most really is on the inside.”

He thinks the whole situation is pretty funny to be pretty honest and will want to feel things with his new body. What sucks is since you’re a skeleton now, he can’t touch your hair or skin. He’ll definitely touch anything and everything. He’s going to want to hold your hand and see how it feels from a human’s perspective. He’s not really into it that much though. He really wants things back to normal so he can see your beautiful form again and he can have his normal body again.



He’s confused. He’s going to spend some time figuring out how this happened. When he realized it was a potion Alphys made that you thought was Gatorade, he just laughs it off. Luckily, the effects were only temporary. He spends most of the day as usual although he does check himself out in the mirror a little bit more. Just a small glance now and then. He will definitely experiment with his hair. He’s going to make puns with every hairstyle.

Superman cowlick:

“this haircut is pretty super, man.


“doesn’t make much of a quiff-erence to me.”

And so on.

You as a skeleton doesn’t mean much to him but he will admire how bewildered you an really about his calmness in the situation. Plus, he actually gets less lazy in this form. Something about the aesthetic makes him want to walk and imagine how stargazing would be like, seeing them through these new eyes.



He thinks he’s hot in this new form. He is but don’t tell him that. Please tell him that, he needs the ego boost.

He’s going to try on some very flattering clothes and see which one he can flustered you with. He’ll wear a dashing suit, or go to his usual style with his jacket and shorts. or he might just go shirtless

He really likes this new body and how it immediately fires you up so he’ll try to work-out in front of you. Key word: TRY

“hey, .”

“Red, you’re holding the dumbbell vertically.”


He’s going to drop it on his foot and flush furiously. You as a skeleton is kinda hit though. He wants to feel your bones and bother you with many jokes about bones. A lot of them suggestive.



Honestly, he’s still really tall with a death glare and a terrifying smile but he’s freaking adorable. 

He’s shorter by a few inches and the clothes are a little loose. Don’t even get me started on those heels. He realizes that his attractive appearance could be to his virtue as he could catch his enemies off guard but he doesn’t want to risk being humiliated in front of his enemies or especially Red. You as a skeleton doesn’t really bother him. Sure, your exposed bones make him blush the color of Satan himself but he finds your flesh more amusing. He’ll spend most of the day huddled in his room and well, only if you want, to join him. He’s going to trace every edge of your new figure just to feel you. He wishes you had stayed a human so he could feel you with his fingers. They have more nerve receptors and feeling. If he gets too flustered during the silent cuddle session or you tease him, he will push you, softly, to the edge with a loud, embarrassed “NYEH”

AHHH Sorry this took longer than I said! I had no idea how to end it! Hope you guys like it!!

~Mod Crystal

anonymous asked:

Can we talk about harry taking care of you when you're really sick? Calling and texting to check up on you, catering to your every need, petting your hair to comfort you, running you a nice bath but then making you take a shower because "you were sitting in your own germs, love" and throwing blankets in the dryer to make them warm, making sure you take medicine, etc etc aka my death. Also let's not forget about u babying him when he's sick

Oh, gosh.

He’d make you stay home from work because of how unwell you were, taking your temperature with the back of his hand and then the actual thermometer once he realizes your forehead is nearly burning. He has to go to meetings that can’t be done over the phone, and he feels awful about it because he wants to stay home with you to make sure you’re okay.

Before he leaves, he sets you up in bed with extra blankets and your favorite hoodie of his to snuggle up in. He gets you a glass of cold water, some orange juice, and a cup of tea, along with tissues and cold medicine on your bedside table. He makes sure you had your phone, the remote control, and the book you’re currently reading within arms reach.

“Call me if you need anything, my love,” he says, kissing the top of your head. “I’ll stop by the shops and get some yummy soup for ye’ before I come home, ‘kay?”

He texts you throughout the day, making sure you’re still alive and have everything you need. He would tell you to run a hot shower for yourself to clear your sinuses and relieve your aches and pains a bit, and you instantly feel better after listening to his advice. He tells you that you can wear anything in his closet - even his Gucci suits - if it means you’ll feel better. That makes you laugh, and you tell him that you’ll be fine, just as long as he comes home with some chicken noodle soup from your favorite deli.

He arrives with much more than necessary - bottles of juice (carbonated and flat), tissues (even though you’d had plenty), cough drops in two different flavors, more medicine, two containers of your soup just in case you want more, saltine crackers to ease your stomach, a book of word searches, and the expensive sorbetto he knows you love. You’re tired, and sick, and feeling a bit worse for wear, so the single pink rose wrapped in plastic he’s bought for you brings tears to your eyes as you smell it.

“Oi!” he screeches, plopping down on the mattress next to you. “No tears! Didn’t mean t’make ye’ cry with my romantic gesture.” He pets your hair back - a bit unruly from allowing it to air-dry out of the shower - and kisses your forehead. “Let’s have a cuddle, yeah? Maybe put on 10 Things I Hate About You? That’ll make ye’ feel better.”


when will this au die

Dating Aaron Hotchner Would Include...

Author: Me!

Warnings: None

Summary: Again, just some headcannons

Requesed: Yes, “head cannon for dating hotch”

Word Count: 295

A/N: Here you go Anon, REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN, like/comment/reblog if   you enjoyed!

Dating Hotch Would Include…

  • He is not much of a fan of PDA however he doesn’t mind small amounts sometimes.
  • For example, after a really long case he doesn’t mind cuddling up to you for a nap even if JJ takes photos to send to Garcia.
  • Jack would ADORE you, he would always ask his Dad ‘where is Y/N?’ or ‘is Y/N coming?’
  • Helping him a lot after Haley died.
  • Noticing whenever he is stressed and bringing him coffee from his favourite shop to calm him down.
  • Sometimes he surprises you with fancy dates to expensive restaurants; if he can get a babysitter for Jack.
  • Although sometimes you just enjoy staying in.
  • And so does he.
  • Movie nights with Jack when Aaron is away on a case.
  • Wearing Hotch’s shirts to bed because you miss him and they smell of him.
  • If you work at the BAU you would still wear his shirts sometimes just because they are comfy.
  • He isn’t complaining because he thinks you look adorable in his clothes.
  • Him opening up to you because he trusts you and believes you’ll be there for him.
  • Him proposing to you on one of those expensive fancy dates. (You say yes!!)
  • Making Jack the ring-bearer for the wedding and he absolutely agrees just because it means he can wear ‘a suit like Daddy.’
  • Hotch always smiling around you.
  • His smile shows the rest of the team just how much he loves you.
  • Him scaring you when he yells and he feels bad about it for weeks after.
  • Even when you’ve made up he cant comprehend he actually raised his voice at you.
  • Working through fights and problems because you love each other.
  • Adoring him in every way and him returning the gesture.