he is so fiiiine

  • Me for the last fifteen minutes of The Defenders: what? No. Noooo. No. They wouldn't - no. He's fine. He is absolutely 100% a-ok. I mean - no. No way. No, there's no way - absolutely not. He's fine. He's fiiiine, don't know what they're so upset about. Fine. He's absolutely fine - oh!!!! Yes!!!!! I never doubted you for a second my son

anonymous asked:

Please, get started on Taylor squared

TAYLOR SQUARED WAS PURE. HAVE YOU EVER SEEN TWO MORE PURE PEOPLE? THEY JUST DROVE AROUND IN HIS FLASHY CAR LAUGHING AND WENT TO DINNER AND HELD HANDS LIKE??? AND HE HELD HER IN HIS ARMS THAT SEPTEMBER NIGHT THE FIRST TIME HE EVER SAW HER CRY?? AND SHE MET HIS FAMILY WHICH CONSISTED OF AN 11 YEAR OLD SISTER AT THE TIME WHICH IS SOME CUTE SHIT. AND THEYVE BOTH GOT THIS CUTE LAUGH SO JUST IMAGINE THEM LAUGHING TOGETHER AND HE IS FIIIINE AF BUT SO PURE IT WAS JUST SO PURE. AND SHE ADMITTED HE WAS SO GREAT TO HER AND SHE FUCKED UP BECAUSE THEY WERE THAT PURE AND EVEN NOW IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2016, HE TALKS ABOUT HOW HE LISTENS TO HER MUSIC AND BACK TO DECEMBER IS A GOOD SONG AND GETS ALL BLUSHY WHEN PEOPLE ASK HIM ABOUT HER AND CALLS HER A GREAT PERSON AND THEY. WERE. PURE.

Imagine Chat tells Ladybug he wants a gift for his birthday (maybe says it’s a day before Adrien’s or completely off to throw any suspicion) and she agrees because yeah he’s a little Pungeon Master, but she’d still trust him with her life and fiiiine, he deserves a gift.

So the day comes and she brings him a gift (something handmade and functional and sickeningly cute) and though he fauns over it and he admits that the only gift he really wants is a kiss from his Lady.

Grudgingly, and surprisingly, Ladybug agrees.

But the kiss is subterfuge! He meant it as a ruse to get close enough to unfasten and pull Ladybug’s earrings off!! (And yeah the kiss was awesome) BUT! Ladybug realizes what he’s trying to do and in trying to pull his hands away from her ears she ends up PULLING THE RING OFF HIS FINGER.

In a flash of light they both quickly spin around to face back-to-back and start panicking and realize they have to transform back SOON to prevent the other from seeing their secret identity.

Except.

“Give me mine and then I’ll give back yours!”

“No, give mine back first and THEN I’ll give you yours!”

“No, you first!”

“No, you!”

This goes on for a good 10 minutes without either giving any leeway.

Submitted by @catch-the-ghost

Cullen Sexytimes Headcanons
  • Sometimes when he’s really into it, Cullen gives the Inquisitor orders in bed. Not because being dominant turns him on, but because issuing commands is natural for him, and when he’s really into it, he forgets that she outranks him.
  • Sometimes when the mage Inquisitor is really into it, she loses control of her magic, setting off sparks or fire or encasing the bed in ice, and Cullen will use a little of his templar abilities to keep her magic in check so they can focus on the sexytimes.
  • Cullen apologizes profusely for both of these things afterwards. Every time. No matter how often the Inquisitor says it’s okay.
  • “It’s fine, Cullen.”
  • “But are you sure? You know I don’t mean- That is…”
  • “It’s fiiiine.”
Sugar is sweet but I’d rather have you

Title: Sugar is Sweet But I’d Rather Have You
Pairing: Yoonmin
Genre: F L U F F
Summary: Jimin and Yoongi wake up in the morning together
Note: I got depressed bc of the part 2 preview/fan theories so I stayed up at ass crack o’ clock last night to write this and calm myself down. THIS IS ONLY LIKE 300 WORDS BC I CANT BRING MYSELF TO WRITE ANYTHING LONGER HAHA BYE

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t had been, well, Wade was never one for keeping tabs on time, was he? But he knew that it had been all too long since he had experienced the familiar scent of Charles’s home, since he had burst in and almost broken every one of Charles’s mother’s dishes.

It had been too long since he had woken up next to him,

Every day of his so called “deployment” was hell. Loud and boisterous was more of Wade’s style, but there was enough money, wasn’t there? And even as he laughed at his own puns, as he pranced over the piles and piles of dead bodies, joyously, he would go sleep in some abandoned apartment, and it would be cold. Not that it mattered, no freezing to death, no frostbite. But it could have been an ice rink in Charles’s house and still warmer. 

He sat on the rooftop, considering how to walk in. Golly gosh, how are you gonna pull this one off? “Haha, shut it, we’ll figure something out.” He bickered with himself. How do you know he hasn’t replaced you? Huh? Can’t keep a girl waiting. “Mmhm, especially not one with an ass so fiiiine” he sang, flipping off of Charles’s roof, and to the first door he entered that faithful day when he asked for, lemonade? Damn he was thirsty. 

The door was locked, so the best thing he thought to do was ring the bell at least 134 times. But Wade clearly never understood that one must be answered, and simply broke through one of the door’s windows, unlocked the door from the inside, and walked inside. 

Wonder if that’s a metaphor? His inner monologue continued. “I think it was a factorial.” he responded to himself. His boots were caked with mud, and he couldn’t remember the last time he changed his suit. He kept his mask on, lest Charles not be there, and he truly had been replaced. He was sure Charles could have found someone nicer. With an ass like that…

He shook his head. “Charles baby” he called out, smiling as if nothing had happened, as if they hadn’t been apart for so long. “Charles?” he sing songed through the house, tracking mud in and up the stairs.