he has a weird beauty

catchthespade  asked:

JUMIN/MC ;^))))))) (the light of my life)

:O!! You got it fam, same here I live for these two <3 (I’m sorry it’s so long I always get so carried away when it’s Jumin OTL)

Who’s the cuddler: Jumin! Though MC likes cuddling a lot too, I am a stalwart believer in the notion that Jumin is touch-starved. When he finally finds somebody he is comfortable with and actively wants to be close to, it’s almost subconscious. He’ll pull her close and reach for her hand, play with her fingers, kiss her ring while tracing her skin with words of loving gratitude. He’ll embrace her from behind if she’s cooking/baking, make a home for himself where her neck meets her shoulder before they both go to sleep, spend winter nights with her swaddled in his arms as she nods off.

Who makes the bed: MC! Jumin tends to start the day rather early because of work, so he’s usually up first. After a long, consuming kiss and several reluctant pecks, she’ll be left to curl up in his lingering warmth and scent for a few more hours before she starts the day herself. He would probably insist that she leave the tasks to the maids, but MC just used to doing it herself. 

Who wakes up first: Jumin! Judging by the life he’s lead for a while now, he’s used to waking up early and tends to be an early riser on his own. That being said he counts it as a blessing, as he often loves to marvel at the way the break of dawn dances across MC’s hair and bathes her in its glow; seraphic and radiant as the angel he believes her to be. Most of the time he’ll be patient and unwilling to wake her up when she appears so tranquil in the land of dreams, but from time to time he’ll be unable to help himself and kiss her softly awake, murmuring “My Sleeping Beauty” as he holds her close.

Who has the weird taste in music: Depends on how you define weird, but for this one I’m going to go with MC. Since Jumin tends to have a very refined taste in music–with preferences for classical, opera, and orchestral music– MC’s tastes are a bit more strange and myriad. She would probably listen to a wide variety of music if she were musically inclined, and enjoy anything from theatre music to punk rock to a little hip-hop and pop. I think they would both respect the other’s taste, and find that a few of the other’s selections would appeal to them greatly. Phantom of the Opera music can often be heard playing in the house after MC moves in oooops

Who is more protective: That’s actually a tough one, in that I think they’re both fiercely protective of the other (though sometimes I wish Cheritz made MC speak up more ugh). So I’d say both but in different ways. Jumin is protective in just about every sense of the word, though he would grant his MC complete autonomy so long as she exercised basic precautions. Her safety is always his number one priority. He knows what he can’t live without, and that fact tends to make him extremely careful about her physical health (security guards everywhere lol), though he’s also very attentive about her emotional/psychological health. MC on the other hand works to protect him from harm inflicted by those who objectify him and neglect his feelings, particularly the female sycophants we often see buzzing about him and his father. She’s very conscious of how he’s feeling and can read him easily, with open arms, a comforting murmur, or a sweet lip-lock at the ready the moment he needs it. 

Who sings in the shower: Haha, MC, assuming she’s musically inclined as I mentioned earlier. The first time Jumin caught her doing that she was mortified and crimson, hiding behind the bathroom door and apologizing for disturbing him as soon as he came home. He drew her close and reassured her that it was quite alright, stroking her hair as he told her she had a lovely voice and that she shouldn’t silence herself on his account. From then on MC could often be heard trilling about the house now and then, and Jumin would lean back wherever he was, close his eyes, and enjoy the euphonious melody. If he knew the song, maybe he’d join in for a bit in a low bass.

Who cries during movies: MC! Though it’s rare as they tend to prefer watching uplifting things, anything heart-wrenching or terrifying will often cause MC to tear up. Whenever Jumin would spot the liquid crystals clinging to her eyelashes, ready to fall, he’d embrace her tightly without another word. MC would listen to the sound of his heart and cuddle into his warmth, content and calming quickly in his arms. Gentle fingers would smooth away what was left of her tears and soothe her with gossamer kisses, murmuring words of comfort.

Who spends the most while out shopping: LOL Jumin, hands down. This man, this adorable donut, literally spares no expense as showcased by the Valentine’s Day dlc. Whenever he goes out, his mind will wander to MC no matter what he’s doing. Whether it was something that matched the color of her eyes, or a dress that complemented her skin tone perfectly, or an ornament that was perfect for her person you better believe he will buy it no further questions asked. Then he’ll come home with bags upon bags of beautiful, classy things; all things he insisted were too perfect for MC to ignore. I’d wager MC would tell him there was no need to go so far and that all she needed was him, but Jumin–albeit melting at her insistence–only wants to spoil her even more upon hearing it.

Who kisses more roughly: Jumin. Han. Granted he tries to be gentle, and succeeds most of the time. But on those days where his need to be with her–to drown himself in the delights of her body and lose himself in the person that loves him for all he is, the person he never thought might exist–wins out; his kisses are desperate and consuming and raw. Additionally, when MC is feeling forward and expresses a bit of excitement herself he can get lost in sheer passion along with her. MC never has any regrets though hot damn

Who is more dominate: Jumin, again. This is a man who is very accustomed and most comfortable in control, so he often takes a lead that MC readily allows him. Though he may be coaxed into a more submissive role from time to time, he has a natural tendency and preference for the former.

My rating of the ship from 1-10: Based on the canon content from Cheritz, I’d give it a solid 9/10. I love this ship, I’m an absolute sucker for it. Jumin is such a wonderfully complex man, with a benevolent heart despite his routine sass and default stoic demeanor. He’s endlessly devoted and loving, and wants nothing more than to see his MC happy by his side after everything she’s done for him in loving him unconditionally. MC takes the initiative to help Jumin when he needs it, and understands that the mental turmoil he’s suffering is a result of years of unhealthy stifling of his emotions. She coaxes those feelings out of him, taking great care to be gentle, and helps him understand a part of himself he’d never been able to express safely all his life. My only gripe is with how insensitive her dialogue and reactions can be in the game sometimes (really, we have to interrogate Jumin about Rika and Elizabeth the Third eighteen times, really) in that the phrasing can be hurtful or MC doubts his perception of reality. And while that’s somewhat warranted, I think Jumin is pretty clear that the love he develops for MC is profound and separate for the love he holds for his cat, which he explains he knew was a bit excessive but chose to believe it was real and reciprocated for his own peace of mind. That, and MC definitely could have defended him and communicated his struggles a bit better to the rest of the RFA throughout his route. 

you know what i said ‘don’t get me started’ but actually Lets Get Started

justin has really tried to make sure that taako has a personality outside of “beautiful gay stereotype elf” and i really value and treasure that but then i see fandom sort of….

make him into one?

listen taako is more likely to call someone ‘hombre’ than ‘honey’, he doesn’t actually flirt that much at all (in fact aside from a few lines with kravitz he’s not very flirtatious), he’s equal parts weird and uncharismatic AND beautiful, he even has said he’s not a piece of meat when expected to runway walk in the suffering game

his whole character is about him being weird and showoffy but not necessarily fabulous- he’s a TV star, sure, but he’s also kind of a con man and a thief sometimes and always looking out for #1

idk, like! let queer guys be weird and nasty! let gay men be greasy n unwashed n kind of strange! we’re not all beautiful all the time and even those of us that DO love fashion makeup etc sometimes have days where we smell like butt and have greasy hair and pick our noses!!!!


you stayed up waitin’, anticipatin’, and pacin’
but I was, chasing paper
caught up in the game

lordhyderon-deactivated20170208  asked:

Hey Teo <3 I hope you are feeling better! Headcanon that Jackie talks in her sleep and that's how Hyde finds out she is pregnant and didn't want to tell him until his birthday (in like, two days or something) <3

That’s beautiful! 

He has noticed she’s been weird and eating a lot. Hyde thinks she is nervous about something, she always eats too much while stressed and it bother him a little that she is not telling him what is it that has her like this. Jackie always tells him shit, why isn’t she telling him whatever crap is happening?

The more he gets into his thinking about what it could be, the more she eats and gets corny, suddenly she is angry, other times she is lazy and next thing, he thinks she may be sick and not telling him about it. Jackie hates being sick, she says she is too pretty to get sick.

One night after a long day of changing humor, he is reading when she starts talking. It makes him smile because he knows by now that’s something she just does. 

When she spills the beans, he looks at her side whishing she may be awake and fucking with his mind. But nah, she is sleeping like a rock. A talking rock. Who is pregnant.

If he freaks out at the begining, no one is there to see it. She is still sleeping and there is no one around. He yells on a pillow in their bathroom, then comes back to bed and kisses her face until she wakes up half angry and half excited because this is sooooo romantic.

Jackie opens her eyes and sees him all happy and not saying anything. Just one look and she understands and goes all nooooooooooooooo it was supposed to be a surpriseeee!

It was cute and surprising anyway <3

courf  asked:

patrochilles "you always come into the coffee shop where I work in neon booty shorts during your morning run" au


  • patroclus dropping the three cartons of milk he’s holding the first time achilles comes into the shop because he’s bending over to pick up the lid he dropped when patroclus is coming out of storage and wow no real life people definitely don’t have asses like that that’s definitely not a thing patroclus is totally not seeing stars wow is it hot in here or is that just the steam haha briseis? how many fingers are you holding up? haha
  • achilles being prepared for patroclus to butcher his name the first time patroclus takes his order but patoclus spells his name right on the first try and when achilles sees he gets all smiley and then even MORE smiley when patroclus points to his nametag and says he has a weird name too. and of course achilles says patroclus’ name is beautiful and patroclus totally starts stuttering when he tells achilles his total (while briseis gags her way into the next century from behind the pastry case)
  • the first cold day of the year achilles is still in those shorts (which should be illegaL BY THE WAY patroclus is going to start a petition he may be pre-med but he would consider law school for this case alone) and patroclus asks if maybe he should cover up so he doesn’t get a cold and achilles just smiles like he knows something patroclus doesn’t and says “there’s someone’s attention i’m trying to catch” AND CUE YOUR TYPICAL PATROCLUS “HE HAS A CRUSH ON SOMEONE ELSE OF COURSE HE DOES LOOK AT HIM” MOMENT
  • the best part about patroclus thinking achilles has a crush on someone else is achilles having to kick his ploy to catch his eye into hyper drive. like achilles starts doing stretches in the coffee shop and starts turning up without a shirt on days when the weather allows it, and he leans really far over the counter when he’s ordering from briseis so that patroclus, who is cleaning the floors around the sitting area, really has nowhere else to look please be real this boy is so dumb achilles is so dumb i hate him his seduction tactics are so weak they only work bc he’s so hot i hate him he needs to go 
  • AND THEN WHEN ACHILLES FINALLY ASKS PATROCLUS OUT HE DOES SO by coming into the shop all out of breath and he walks right up the counter, points a finger right at patroclus and says, in the most defeated tone, “ok please have dinner with me tonight because i’ve been trying to ask you out ever since i accidentally messed up my trail three months ago and wound up here this shop is 8 miles from my apartment i am not a distance runner and while this has been great for my calves, i really would rather kiss u than continue to kill my lungs” 

give me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons

random bey peeps

ft. Bryan looking like a world class model, Chief with bangs away from the face and Johnny with a new hairstyle 

I love— I have a very close soft spot for Karen, I love Karen. She’s my great, great friend. And she’s just— y'know, she’s just so ridiculous. I can’t even begin to tell you. Y'know, she seems like, ”[imitating Karen’s accent] Oooh nooo, I’m in a world of my own,“ but actually, she’s very smart, and she’s really clever, and she’s very funny, and she’s a great drinking buddy as well, so. But she’s from Scotland, they know how to do it. Um, and yeah, so, y'know. I’d run through a brick wall for Kazza. I would.
—  Matt Smith talking about Karen Gillan during his panel at the St. Louis Wizard World Comic Con
Fooled Around and Fell in Love // AU Anakin x Reader

I must have been through about a million girls
I’d love ‘em and I’d leave them alone
I didn’t care how much they cried, no sir
Their tears left me cold as a stone

The bombshell blonde cried in her hands as the frat boy confessed his true feelings. “I’m sorry, Tiffany. I just am not ready for a relationship. I can't be tied down. I’m still young and I gotta live a little,” Anakin explains to the female whose mascara is running like crazy.

Tiffany nods her head. “Okay. I understand. I’m sorry if I rushed our feelings," she wipes her tears.

Anakin fakes a genuine smile. "Aw, it’s alright. Hug?” He opens his arms as she flings herself in them desperately. “It’s alright. Maybe some day.”

Tiffany hopefully nods her head. Standing up, she sniffles away. Anakin laughs and sits back, crossing his legs over.

This was a typical Saturday morning for him. The pervious night, he would sack a girl that he met at a party, drunk or not. He’d wake up with her, serve her breakfast, be all cute. Then, wham. He’d tell her that he didn’t want a relationship, killing the girl’s soul.

No matter how much they cried or pleaded for him, he’d always decline their pathetic offers. Anakin laughed at them once they left and start to plan who his next victim was.

It used to be when I’d see a girl that I liked
I’d get out my book and write down her name
But when the grass got a little greener on the other side
I’d just tear out that page

Like his routine stated, he pulled out a small book in his pocket. Anakin clicked a pen and crossed off the name. Tiffany White. Next to her name, he wrote a little note. Good in the sack, takes news very well.

Then, he feels an arm smack on his shoulder. “Anakin, you ready for Delta Kappa’s party tonight? I heard the Alpha Phi sorority got seven kegs of Natty Light!” Harry, his roommate’s best friend, asks.

Anakin laughs, “Yeah, man. I heard Jenna Moore is gonna be there.”

Harry punches his shoulder. “Catch of the day?” he asks, grabbing his book, flipping through the pages. “Damn it, dude. How many girls have you been with? Like a million?”

“One hundred seventy three and counting,” Anakin corrects. “I’ve been doing since freshman year and I plan on doing so until graduation.”

“You are a wild man. A horny, wild man,” Harry laughs as Anakin joins in. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Soon enough, the night falls and Anakin, Harry, and Kyle, Anakin’s roommate, walk into the party, the bass rippling through their bodies. Kyle starts to laugh, “Aw, nice.” Kyle slaps Anakin’s back. “Let’s go, man!”

Scanning the perimeter, Anakin searches for Jenna Moore, his prey. Finally, his eyes meet hers as she twirls her hair around her finger, sending a flirtatious wave. Anakin winks at her as she giggles and whispers to her friends.

“Sigma Chi fellas! Shots, let’s go!” a guy says as the boys make their way to the table with shots of tequila, empty cans of Twisted Tea, and lime wedges lay.

Four cans of beer and two shots of tequila later, Anakin is still pretty sober as the rest of the people in the party are drunk off their ass. Jenna Moore is basically asleep when Anakin tries to flirt with her. Groaning, he walks away when she tries to kiss him, her drooling in the process.

Before the thought of hum not getting laid tonight crosses his mind, he spots you from across the room and he stops. You are hanging out in the corner of the room as your friends converse to some Delta Kappa boys. Your hair frames your face as you slowly sip a weak mix of Coke and Jack. Your clothes are simply, but are extremely flattering on you.

Harry slaps Anakin’s back and says, “Dude, what happened to Jenna? You already tapped that?”

Anakin shakes his head. “No, she’s too drunk, it could be considered assault.” His eyes scan your body as you look over to him. “But, I have my eye on someone else.” Harry starts to chant as Anakin makes his way over to you.

You watch the attractive frat boy as he makes his way over to you. You know him, he was infamous on campus. Anakin Skywalker. He was known as 'the fuckboy.’

“Hey,” he smiles, slyly as he leans against the wall. “I haven’t seen you around campus before.”

Laughing, you respond. “You should have. I’m in your microbiology class this year and I was in your linear math class year.”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Really?” you nod your head. “Well, it may be the booze or your extreme beauty that I am noticing you right now.” You can’t help but smile at the compliment.

Fooled around and fell in love
I fooled around and fell in love
I fooled around and fell in love
I fooled around and fell in love, yes I did

The next morning, Anakin is the first one to wake up as he smiles to himself. The images of the previous night flood his mind. You were tough to get into bed, he had to basically beg, something he never did. You were headstrong, he liked that.

Anakin climbed out of bed, ready to prepare his monologue, but you stirring in your sleep stops him. The sight of you made his heart skip a beat. You looked so peaceful. Your hair was draped across the pillow as your bare shoulder peaked out of his comforter. He smiled as his heart fluttered.

He decided he would put off his speech, he wanted to watch you a little while longer. Sitting back down in the bed, he strokes your hair out of your face, revealing your long eyelashes and pink lips.

You weren’t like the other girls he has met. You were smart, funny, and beautiful. It was weird he didn’t consider you hot like the majority of the girls he was with. You made his heart skip a bit, something that never happened. You made him feel emotions he has never felt before.

Wait, what was he saying? This couldn’t happen. Stick to the routine, Anakin, stick to the routine.

Slowly, you began to wake up, sitting up. Looking to your right, you see Anakin. The images of last night flood your brain as you smirk. “Hey,” you speak as Anakin leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips. You smile into it as you pull his neck to deepen the kiss.

Pulling away, Anakin speaks, “Last night was…incredible. Nothing like I’ve had before.” You smile at him, blushing. “So, you want breakfast? We can go out or just stay in the frat house. It’s all up to you.”

The boy was being incredibly sweet. Stick to the plan, (Y/N), stick to the plan.

“That sounds great, it really does. But, I have to say something before this progresses,” you say, preparing your speech. Anakin nods his head. “I’m not really looking for a relationship right now. I’m sorry, Anakin. I can’t be tied down.”

Anakin’s heart stops. What? You were doing the same thing that he used to do. Wait, used to? “What do you mean?” Anakin sits up.

You sit up, covering your chest. “I don’t know if you were thinking about taking this one night stand further, but I’m just not ready. I hope you understand.”

Anakin’s heart sinks as the words emit from your mouth. But, he liked you. A lot. He knew he may be rushing it, but he felt something with you. Something different. When he first kissed you last night, he felt sparks. Something he never felt when kissing a girl before. “I’m not sure I do.”

Sighing, you speak, “Anakin, I’m sorry.”

“No, (Y/N). I like you. I like you so much. I’ve fooled around before, but after last night, I felt something different. Can’t you give me a chance?” Anakin pleads. He takes your hand and rubs his thumbs over it.

Your hear feels for him, knowing you were in that position before. “I’m sorry, Anakin. Maybe one day.” You rise from the bed, changing back into your clothes from last night, then leaving.

Anakin remains in his room for the rest of the day, thinking about you. He fooled around and he may have just fell in love. You stand outside the doorstep and reach into your purse and grab your small notebook.

Crossing off the name, Anakin Skywalker. You write a small note next to the name, Great in the sack, doesn’t take the news very well, get attached quickly. Looking at the next page, you find the name of your next prey. Ben Kenobi.

anonymous asked:

Will you please do "I threw a croissant at my dick of a best friend and it accidentally hit you I'm sorry?" with wolfstar

Believe it or not, taking three days to write a request is actually a new record for me. I normally take a couple months at the very least. 

  • Sirius managed to stay still and quiet for about thirty seconds before giving in and asking James, “What’s he doing now?”
  • James sighed, placing his cup of coffee back on the table as he tolled his eyes in exasperation. “The same thing he was doing a minute ago; attending to customers.” 
  • “Yeah, but is he like, sneaking glances at us and blushing?” Sirius asked eagerly, ignoring his croissant and tea. 
  • “Sirius, why are we here again?” James asked in a tired voice.  
  • “You know why,” Sirius answered, frowning. “I’m trying to woo Remus.”
  • “I’m pretty sure Remus doesn’t even know you’re wooing him! To him, you’re probably just another person that loves making small talk and stuffing croissants in his gob!” James replied, voice rising in annoyance. 
  • “B-but I also tip him extremely generously every day!” Sirius said petulantly. “Other small talkers don’t do that! And I constantly compliment him.” 
  • “Telling him the way he rolls his sleeves is fantastic is not complimenting him,” James said, eyes flickering behind Sirius’ shoulders for a second before settling back on his best friend, lip curling slightly in a smirk. “Neither is telling him that he has beautiful, childbearing hips! That’s fucking weird! You’re going to get us thrown out one day.” 
  • “I got nervous, okay? He’s just so beautiful, I get nervous and start blabbering,” Sirius said hopelessly. 
  • “His beauty still isn’t enough reason for you to drag me here everyday,” James complained. “You don’t even like tea!” 
  • “Are you shitting me right now, James? Who cares about fucking tea! Have you seen his face? His hair?” Sirius said earnestly, leaning forward on the table in his excitement to talk about the beauty that was Remus, Saint Curly Hair. “And his eyes, Jesus Christ! You could literally, actually, really drown in those beautiful, brown eyes. I could write sonnets about his stupid smile. I could write essays about the lame jokes he makes an-”
  • Sirius sputtered to a halt, eyes going impossibly wide when a tomato red Remus walked by their table to go clean the one next to theirs. 
  • Floundering and breathing hard, Sirius looked to James for sympathy and suggestion when he noticed how smug his fucking ex-best friend looked. 
  • “You knew!” he hissed, pointing an accusatory finger at a cackling James. “You fucking douchenozzle! You’re meant to be my best friend!” 
  • Wanting to hurt him somehow and not knowing what to do, Sirius picked up his untouched croissant and lobbed it at a still laughing James. Only, he had the hand-eye coordination of a drunk baby deer trying to ice skate and ended up rocketing the croissant straight at Remus’ flushed face. 
  • “Oh. My. God,” he whispered, his heart beating at an alarming rate as James fell of his chair in his fit of laughter. 
  • Remus froze for a second, staring at the croissant on the floor in shock before clearing his throat noisily and picking it up. “Um, I’ll, um, get you another one,” he told Sirius, looking at his nose instead of meeting his eye. 
  • “Fuck, fuck, I hate you, I fucking hate you so much,” Sirius chanted, planting his face firmly on the cold surface of the table. “Why does this always happen to me?” he whined, just as he heard a plate being placed in front of him. 
  • Remus stood there awkwardly for a second, wringing his hands in nervousness. “It’s fine, you don’t have to be embarrassed,” he said in a rushed tone before pacing away from them. 
  • Sirius glared at James who seemed to be getting a cardiac attack from laughing too hard before noticing a piece of paper beneath his croissant. 
  • He stopped breathing completely as he snatched the paper in his excitement, finding a loopy, messy handwriting scrawled upon it with a number at the bottom. 
  • Call me if you’re interested still. I’ll teach you how I roll my sleeves :) -Remus xx
  • Sirius grinned, showing the paper to James and pulling out his phone already. 
  • “I’m still burning your friendship bracelet later,” Sirius informed him as he typed a message to Remus. 

Hope you liked it! :) 

Ok imagine this…Nico grows up to become a succesful lawyer, specialist on dead victims cases, literally no one can win to him…..aand a super nice Will Solace who grows up to become a cancerologist working at the Gesundheit! Institute (Patch Adams Institute). 

Just imagine the two dorks…

Just imagine them, i mean, Nico going to pick Will at work and having an avalanche of kids to come over to hug him because “Doctor’s Orders” i mean. Just imagine that. And then Nico getting all flustered because the kids love him, and want him to tell them more about his incredibly weird and obviously not true adventure stories.
Or Nico’s Fellow lawyers getting all weirded up when the meet Will, because it he can’t possibly be Nico’s boyfriend. How did that cute patootie became the most badass, colhearted and bitchy laywer’s boyfriend? Like how did he penetrate through all those layers of sassness and bossyness… like how did that awfully cute and bouncy boy won him over? how can he boss Nico around and even win arguments? Like, HOW?