he has a perfect face


In honor of Aaron’s next concert being TOMORROW here are some pictures I took from his Wolf Trap concert last month (Saturday’s show)

hajime hinata sprite ratings

sore wa chigau yoi’m here today to do a comprehensive rating on hajime’s sprites from super dangan ronpa 2. without any further ado, let’s begin. 0 = i love my boy and 10 = im crying right now he’s so perfect

a classic! shows his personality. he’s serious, and he’s ready to solve some mysteries. however, he could smile a bit more. >:O. 9/10 

deep in thought. i wonder what he’s thinking about. don’t disturb his pondering. 6/10

he’s startled! mildly disturbed. he might have just encountered the death of a friend. oh no. however, he still has gorgeous eyes and perfect eyeliner. his face is soft, he has the look of a friend. :O 8/10

whatever you just said might’ve made him somewhat uncomfortable. please apologize. 8/10

sore wa chigau yo! 10/10

he looks quite unhappy. not as A Friend as other hajimes. he’s frustrated. 6/10

an angery boy. however, he is still soft and despite the fact that he looks like he’d punch you, he’d probably only swear at you for a couple minutes and then chill out again. 7/10

like if you would ask him what’s wrong….. repost if you’d wipe away his tears….. in all seriousness, though. this hajime does not deserve to be sad…. 1/10, only because it hurts me for me to see him sad

that is one loud boy! he’s in Super Shock/Horror! D:< 6/10

this boy is about to tell you why exactly everything you just said is wrong. and honestly, i’d let him. another classic hajime. 8/10

:O?! this is one creeped out boy. he is still very cute though. 9/10

Hajime’s In Denial. however, hajime… as they all say. denials just a river in egypt. on the other hand, this could be him shutting you down after you said something incredibly stupid. 7/10

hajime “what the fuck” hinata. 9/10, please help him. he’s about to go off the deep end- you can see it in his eyes. that does not make him any less perfect, though.

the most despairing sprite. please, help him. please. 2/10

the context of this sprite is that he’s in the middle of a very important exam and he’s not even halfway through and he just heard the teacher say that there is 30 minutes left. he’s under pressure but he remains determined. >:o  7.5/10

a pure, good hajime. beautiful sprite, one of the only one where he’s genuinely smiling- where you can see his angelic smile. 15/10

hajime, while thinking, also accidentally does a nya. >:oc…. 9/10

look at this photograph. it’s so beautiful and pure. he’s so happy. he’s grinning joyously- his smile is like sunshine after 1000 years of rain. it lights up my life, im crying right now. he’s too good. hes … too good. .. 20/10

why is his mouth like that. he’s clearly in distress, as evidenced by his spikey hair and clenched teeth, and upset eyebrows. 6/10

he’s thinking but people all around him are yelling. he can’t think straight and nobody will shut up. he’s still nyaing. >’:Ic 8/10

“ehehe.” this is one of my personal favorites. it might be because i too make this face a lot, but look at him. there isn’t much to say about him. he’s just beautiful. 10/10

shh…. be quiet…. he’s thinking. he’s thinking or he’s really fed up with you and your bullshit. either u_u or -_-. he could also be resting. 9/10 let him rest 

sweaty . not nyaing anymore. 7/10

something puzzling has just come up! he’s confused. “what the hell” he thinks. >:o???? 8/10

Let the panties hit the… FLOOOOOOOOR

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  • Lance: *looks at Keith*
  • Lance: Keith thinks he's SO great with his beautiful smile and cute laugh. Whatever. Just because he's funny and smart and pretty and cool, who does he think he is? Man, if I could I'd just reach out and hold his han- I mean FIGHT HIM. Ha! He's so lame, like, I could probably destroy his perfect face! Those beautiful eyes would stare in horror as I kiss- I mean pummel him! ...He's just the WORST! .... god he's pretty.

Give this poor man his visor back.

anonymous asked:

I can never decide if Alex is more handsome or beautiful. Like, his face is very distinctly masculine but there's still a sort of delicacy to his features that I find quite charming. Even now that he's bulked up quite a bit, there's still a sort of gentleness to his looks -- he's got a very fine bone structure. He's very elegant!

He’s beautiful, handsome, sexy, cute and adorable all in one! His face is actually perfect.

Originally posted by lady-where-has-your-love-gone

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i love mac. hes my favourite, i support him and i will protect him etc etc etc but i hate the ‘mac has never done anything wrong ever’ narrative like… i, too, wear rose coloured glasses but sometimes u gotta acknowledge reality. maybe in terms of the gang he’s less terrible than the others (except maybe charlie) but hes still…. u know

I’ve been thinking about a Taekwondo bokuaka au (it was bound to happen), in which they only ever meet at tournaments. Bo is obviously a natural and unbeaten at the fighting part (though he may have once or twice taken a hit because he got distracted by Akaashi’s face). Akaashi has perfect technique and always gets first place in the patterns (hyong) and oh boy, tiny smug smile Akaashi standing on the podium looking down at #2 Bokuto. Bo starts bulking up and they end up in different weight classes, so only the hyong part remains and Bo starts getting super competitive but he’s up against Akaashi “once got an 8.5 score″ (10 is practically never given and 9 basically unheard of) Keiji and he just can’t win. Bo ends up taking the black belt exam a lot earlier than Akaashi and when they see each other, Akaashi is a little disappointed they won’t compete anymore. He congratulates Bo and goes “I’m gonna miss seeing your face” and Bo’s like WHAT DID HE JUST SAY omfg i’m?? “you know, the one you make when you lose” and that’s it, Bo drags him into a changing room and goes “AKAASHI that was the last straw!!!! …go out with me.”


so @ashleyrguillory​ did the meme where you combine your oldest and newest fandoms! see her one here!! so i thought i’d try it out too

my oldest fandom is sailor moon! combined with one direction ot5, and bonus james corden because he’s MVP

anonymous asked:

Chocobros reaction to their daughter saying to them "dad I got a boyfriend " it later turns out that her boyfriend is very similar to the Chocobros in terms of personality. The Chocobros s/o laughs and tells them that it's natural for girls to fall in love with somebody like their father


  • He’ll worry that he’s too lazy to care for his daughter.
  • He’ll then calm down when he sees that fire in the kid’s eye.
  • He has no problem if it’s that way.
  • He’s blushing at your words and looks away.


  • He’ll be more than excited.
  • He’ll be fucking thrilled.
  • Until he notices how happy he can actually be.
  • Then he just gets even happier.


  • Gladio has that grin.
  • That grin that you just want to punch off of his perfect face.
  • He accepts the kid and still has that grin.
  • He grins like that every time he sees the two of them.


  • He’ll be cautious at first.
  • He’ll question the kid a few times.
  • But once he knows that the kid is exactly like him, hell be calm.
  • Although he starts to think that his personality could use a little spice.

possible friends for hobo and glunkus:
- bean: a hairless lump of a cat, with no bones for optimal warm cuddling.
- static: a gray cat that flickers slightly on the screen but never seems to move. she remembers everything.
- cedar: a friendly tabby. he has no face, but nobody’s perfect.
- apollo: a golden cat with one huge eye. you love this cat and will bring him anything he asks for. he is your favorite, favorite cat.
- maggie: a mass of multicolored fur, paws, and mouths that rolls lazily around your yard. she was definitely smaller the last time you saw her.
- pete: a little standoffish and always dripping acidic pink slime.

Fanfictions that Gut You and Leave You for Dead

I’m constantly amazed at the Supernatural fandom and their love of disturbing and heart-wrenching fan fictions. 

 Sometimes I search the fanfiction sites by ‘Most Kudos’ and I come across fanfictions that are like: 

 'Dean is diagnosed with a terminal illness after running away from his drug addicted family that abused him. Castiel killed his own parents with his bare hands in a tragic accident at the age of three and suffers from severe depression that made him blind himself with a rusty razor at the age of four. They meet several years later in the mental ward of a run-down hospital that illegally performs electroshock therapies and lobotomies. Castiel and Dean only know each other from speaking through a dusty grating in the cells for ten years. They become each other’s world. Then Dean gets lobotomized because of their gay love and Castiel escapes and meets him in person for the first time. He feels his face, realizes he is perfect and has always been perfect then Castiel dies a few seconds later from an aneurysm. They don’t meet in Heaven because there is no Heaven.’

KUDOS: 71598323 

COMMENTS: 26749 

HITS: 279956519 


 'Ovajheyjidn! This is the sweetest story ever! Sequel PPLLEAAASSEE!?!?!


'I luv how deans character luvs Cas so much that he forgives him 4 lying and getting him brain dead. That is Sooooo deans character in the show cuz he would totally do that for Sammy 2' 

 'you misspelt the name of the woman’s cat at the gas station that time that dean collapsed from starvation. It’s supposed to be Ghennifor notJennifer. I know b cause that’s my name. Please fix or I’ll report to admins.’

 –Meanwhile, I’ve been staring at a potted plant in my living room for seven hours straight after just reading the summary. 

The crisis phone line operator is saying if this is an emergency, please hang up and dial 911. 

 No, it’s not an emergency. It’s my fandom. 

 They’re insane.

Anger Issues

“You need to slow down.”

Michael has this terrible habit of driving too fast. It drives me crazy. We have two kids in the car and he is still pushing twenty over the speed limit. And the way he grips the steering wheel – it looks like he’s trying to strangle it.

“Well then why don’t you tell me how fast to go,” he shoots back at me.

I love Michael. He is my everything. But he has the tendency to be a bit aggressive, even with me. He has never been that way with the kids, thank god. He dotes on those two. Isabella is four and Clark is barely two months. He looks at them like they can do no wrong. I can’t really blame him, especially about Clark. Clark is the perfect baby. He hardly ever cries and has the most angelic face. Looks just like his dad.

We’re driving down the highway on our way to my mother’s place. We left a little later than planned (just a little kitchen accident) so it’s dark out. Michael is driving (of course, he’d never let me drive). Isabella is crying in the backseat (as usual). You’d think she’d tire herself out, crying for that long. But Isabella has always been a difficult child. I’m in the passenger seat with Clark in my arms. I know you’re not supposed to hold babies in the car, and we have a perfectly good car seat in the back, but I just can’t resist. I want to be as close to Clark as possible. He’s sleeping peacefully, even with his sister making a ruckus in the back.

“Honey,” I say slowly, hoping not to make him angry, “We need to slow down. We don’t want to get pulled over.” He glares at me, but finally let’s loose a bit on the gas pedal. We slow to a normal 60 mph. The roads are calm, just a few occasional passersby.

“I love Vermont in the evening,” I say happily, trying to fill the silence. “All the trees are just a bit gray, but the colors of fall still light up the leaves. It’s like a little paradise.”

Michael grunts and pounds the steering wheel. He never listens to me.

“Honey,” I say a little more forcefully, “It’s going to be a dreadful ride if you’re irritated all night.” Clark looks like a little angel in his sleep. “And we don’t want to wake the baby.”

Michael frowns a little. “Fine. What do you want me to say?”

He hasn’t always been like this. When we first met he was sweet and funny. He lit up every room he walked into. But he’s been getting a little bit angrier each passing day. First it was problems with the house, then his father died. Just a series of hardships. But I can still see that beautiful man I fell in love with all that time ago.

I clear my throat. “How about we talk about how we met. Isabella, dearest, don’t you want to hear about how I met Daddy?” I turn around to get Isabella’s attention, but she’s still wailing. “Isabella, are you listening to me?” Her face is red and streaked with tears.

“Belly, please calm down,” Michael says softly. His voice is so kind sometimes. “Please don’t make things harder for me.”

Isabella sniffs and shakes her head. “I want-“

“Belly, hush.” Michael is a bit sterner now. “Listen.”

“Thank you, Honey.” I smile. Michael is trying his best to control his anger. He tries, he really does. “Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yes, how we met.”

Those first days were magical. Of course, we met in the hospital where I was working. I was just a secretary, nothing important or anything. But Michael saw potential in me. He greeted me with the kindest, most beautiful smile. His eyes were blue and shining. He looked like someone out of a Disney movie. We chatted a bit as normal folks do. I checked him in, and he went away to his appointment. I thought nothing of it until a while later when I saw him out at a coffee shop. I couldn’t believe it! That’s how we reconnected, and we’ve been in love ever since.

I laugh. “Who would have thought I’d meet the man of my dreams while checking him in for athlete’s foot!”

Michael doesn’t laugh. He hardly ever laughs anymore.

I turn to Isabella again. “I used to write your daddy the sweetest letters. It was our little way of saying we loved each other.”

The car shakes a bit and I look back to Michael. He has started speeding again and the car is swerving into the next lane. “Be careful!” I hold Clark a little closer. “Do you want to kill your children?!”

“No,” he says quickly. “No, not my children.”

“That’s not nice to say,” I spit back at him. “Especially not in front of the kids.”

“What do you want me to say, then? That I love you? That things are perfect?”

“Well they would have been perfect if you could control your anger!” I clutch Clark a little tighter.

“My anger?!” he starts to shout.

All of a sudden police lights fill the highway with red light. We can hear sirens. “Shit,” Michael whispers.

“Language,” I reply.

“Should I pull over?” Michael’s face is white. He’s afraid of what will happen if we stop. Which makes sense, considering what he did back at the house. He never listens to me.

“You can’t pull over, Honey. You know what will happen.” I try to keep smiling. I know Clark is only a few months, but I don’t want him to hear us fight. He’s such a precious angel boy.

Michael is gripping the steering wheel even harder now. His words are calculated. “I’ll just pull over, and act like nothing’s wrong. It’ll be fine. I’ll just get a speeding ticket. No one will say anything.”

“Say anything! Say anything!” Isabella starts screaming again.

I’ve always been partial to little boys versus little girls. I don’t know when it started. I never had any brothers or sisters. Mother just had me. She always bought me boy dolls. Maybe that’s why.

“Isabella, please quiet down. Your daddy and I are speaking.”

But Isabella won’t stop screaming. “Mommy, my mommy!” Her voice is so grating. The sirens keep howling. They’re going to wake the baby.

“Please, let me pull over. I promise it’ll be fine. I’ll be good.” Michael’s eyes are begging me.

“Now honey, you know-“

“Mommy! Mommy!” Isabella won’t shut up. She is louder than the sirens. The lights are flashing. Michael won’t stop looking at me.

“Please, please.” Michael is looking at Clark now. Always about the kids. Except when it isn’t.

“Fine.” I relax my shoulders. I realize I have been holding onto Clark just a bit too tightly, and he has little white marks from my fingers. “Pull over.”

Michael pulls the car over to the side. Isabella is still screaming. Clark is snuggled neatly in my arms. I hear the car door open from the police car behind us. Michael is sweating. Big drops of sweat roll off that perfect Disney prince nose. His eyes are darting from Clark to Isabella. He knows. He knows.

I can see the policeman in the side mirror. He’s average looking. Boring. He taps twice on the glass.

Michael rolls the window down. He can’t stop his hands from shaking. Michael is so unpredictable, I don’t know what he’ll do next.

“Good evening, folks,” the policeman says in a friendly, almost cliché tone. “You were going about-“

The gun shot was louder than Isabella screaming. That shut her right up. The policeman wavered a bit before falling to the ground. The shot was straight between the eyes.

Michael stares at me, not the policeman. “Wha…….what are you….”

I smile sweetly back at him, lowering the gun a bit to rest nicely on my lap. “You are the one who wanted to pull over.” My tone is even. Sweet. Dripping with honey. I fix my bangs. “You never listen to me. That’s your one fault, you know. You aren’t a good listener.” I raise the gun and fire another shot. I hit my target again. Straight between the eyes. I’ve always been a good shot.

Michael opens his mouth to scream but I talk first. “No, you listen to me. I told you. I told you to do exactly as I say, or else your little brats will end up like your stupid whore wife. Isn’t that what I said?”

Michael is staring at the backseat. Isabella is quiet now. A bullet will do that.

“If you had just listened to me from the beginning. We are meant to be together. I told you that. I wrote to you again and again and you ignored me. You rejected me. You kept sleeping with that bitch.” I stroke the side of Clark’s face with a finger. “But I guess it all worked out for the best, huh? I can’t have kids of my own, but this little angel….he’s mine.” I look back at Michael, smiling. “And you’re mine.”

Michael is pale. He has no words, finally.

“Now shut up and drive, or else I’ll have to put a bullet into you too.”

There is a pause. Then Michael turns the key in the ignition. He’s crying, oh my sweet honey. He’s so sensitive, especially about the baby. We are on the road again. I hum a little and move Clark’s arms up and down like he’s dancing.

“Sweet angel,” I sing softly, “Want to hear the story of how your parents met?”