he is such a gorgeous human being!

I was at a con recently. And while looking at some of the art, I made a comment to a guy who had a collection of cat avengers prints that he was missing the best avenger. So he goes, ‘oh and who is that’ and I just kinda look sideways at him and say 'hawkeye, the only one you don’t have’. To wich he of course smirks and says 'is he really the best or is it just cause of jeremy renner?’

First of all… Jeremy Renner is a gorgeous human being and he is more than enough reason for Hawkeye to be awesome, so why the hell you got that smug look on your face like I’m just some random ass fangirl who don’t know shit about comics. I was fuckin dressed like Captain Marvel, 100% comic accurate costume thank you very much.

So my dad starts laughing cause he can see I got my 'fight me’ face on. And I proceed to list each and every reason why I have loved Hawkeye since waaaaay before the movies and why he gets even better with new movies and comics.

NUMBER ONE, he is the only fully human Avenger in every single story line.

To which of course I get 'well what about Black Widow’ well sir you must not know your comics very well because in the Earth-616 universe she has the Red Room version of the super soldier serum which gives her enhanced physical abilities as well as a very long lifespan.

Then comes the 'well Scott Lang is human’ well yeah but he’s got a mother FuCkiNG SUPER SUIT. What does Hawkeye have? Spandex or leather, not quite the same thing. And you take away that super suit, is Scott still a super hero? No he is in jail for being a thief. You take away Hawkeye ’ super sui… oh wait that’s right HE DON’T GOT ONE.

'But what about Black Panther he is human right?’ Do you know anything about comics dude? The dude eats a magical plant and is gifted his powers by the Wakandan Panther God and has enhanced speed, strength, agility, healing, reflexes, stamina, etc. NOT FULLY HUMAN he also is proclaimed King of the Dead and is granted the power and knowledge of past Black Panthers and gains the ability to control the dead… so awesome but still not human.

Hawkeye is 100% human 100% of the time (except a very brief moment when he borrowed pym particles just to help out on a mission) and still manages to keep up with super humans, gods and guys with fancy super suits.

NUMBER TWO, he is deaf, canononically.

'Well Daredevil is blind’ his accident enhanced his other senses… and not an Avenger… so your argument is not even relevant.

NUMBER THREE, he shoots a bow, usually a recurve, in battle with people that have magic and laser guns and other shit and he can shoot it with out even looking!

'But he has trick arrows’ wich are guaranteed to be weighted terribly and that weight changes depending on which arrow it is. So he not only has to compensate for the strange weight but he has to do it on the fly in the heat of battle for each individual arrow. Not to mention when he shoots multiple at once.

And come on, have you ever tried to shoot a bow and arrow, it’s not easy. It takes a lot of practice patients and skill. Especially to get as good as him.

NUMBER FOUR, I mean have you read the guys backstory? If you looked up tragic backstory in the dictionary, you would see a picture of Clint Barton. He was orphaned after his abusive father got into a car accident that killed his mother as well. Was sent to a children’s home, ran away to the circus, was trained by Swordsman and Trickshot who were not the best mentors, was betrayed and abandoned by Swordsman and his brother and left for dead, ended up severely injuring his brother, had to leave Trickshot, when he tried to do the hero thing he was mistaken for a criminal, was manipulated into trying to kill Iron Man, kept falling in love with women who didn’t love him back, left the Avengers at one point believing he was unwanted, was passed over because he was not super human, watched his brother die, was forced to leave the Avengers, had a bounty put on his right arm, lost former mentor Trickshot to cancer, split with his wife then watched her die saving him, sacrificed himself and came back, was almost assasinated, went to prison so the rest of his team could go free, was shot and conducted a suicide mission that saved the planet but killed him, lost his memory, was vanished into nothingness, doubted he was himself or even alive, faked his death, and that’s just the short list.

NUMBER FIVE, he ran the West Coast branch of the Avengers, as well as other treams.

NUMBER SIX, he took on the mantle of Captain America for a short time.

NUMBER SEVEN, Caw Caw Mother Fucker.

So yeah, suffice to say that I left the guy speechless surounded by his friends who were nodding along and adding in their own bits of info and laughing hysterically at him. I turned to walk away after that mic drop and heard him mumble, 'well I guess I’m making a cat hawkeye’

got a prompt to draw the gang as mythical creatures.. but I’m not very creative and the only thing i could come up was Lance as a mermaid.. but i also wanted to draw some Klance…

so here have this: AU where Keith (a Texan who has never seen water) goes to the ocean and tries to surf, he almost drowns despite the water being flat as pancake but luckily he is saved by Lance who is a gorgeous, flirty merman. Lance swims Keith to the shore and flirts with him the entire 20 minutes (he could totally have done it in 2 but you don’t catch a cute human every day). Que cute human/mer-person relationship

Raph and the Ballerina

Originally posted by mayavich

Originally posted by pnbawesome

Raphael x Reader

Raph and the Ballerina

Note: Okay, so someone requested something like Cold-Blooded, but with Raphael. So basically, I wanted to write a little fluffy piece about Raph having the biggest crush on this beautiful girl and bein’ a little cuddle-bug, so here.

It was a crush. A dumb crush. Raph knew that. He knew the moment he laid eyes on you that you were going to break his heart someday. That this gorgeous human girl had her perfect little hands wrapped around his heart. God, he felt his stomach drop at the mention of her name. His cheeks would flush as red as his mask, and every time she spoke, he felt as though he was melting into a great big green and red puddle. And yet, he somehow managed to keep his cool. Sometimes, that is.

Now, while you were looking into the mirror and fussing over your hair, he tried not to let his eyes wander over to you. Tried being the keyword. You looked so hot in your black leotard. No, hot wasn’t the right word. You looked gorgeous. You messed with your bun some more before groaning and taking out the hair donut that was holding it all together.

“Dammit!”

“What?” Raph glued his eyes to the TV as though he hadn’t been watching you the entire time.

“I can’t get my bun right! I have practice in fifteen minutes!” An idea struck you. You ran over to Raph and set the donut in his large green hand. He raised an eyebrow. “Can you…?”

“Uh, what exactly do ya expect me ta do with this um, this thing?”

“You just put the ends through and roll it up onto my head.”

“Uhhhh….” He eyed the little ring cautiously, looking from it to you and back again. “I don’t know if I can-”

“Please?”

“I can try. But I ain’t makin’ any promises.” You handed him your brush. He looked to you expectantly. “All right, turn around.”

You turned around and sat on the floor in front of him. He tentatively ran the brush through your high ponytail a few times before making a careful attempt to get your hair around the goddamn donut. It was much harder than you made it look, but in the end, it didn’t look half-bad.

“Uh, how’s that?” He asked. You rushed to the mirror to look. A smile pulled at your lips as you shoved the pins into place and then covered it in a light layer of hairspray.

“It’s perfect. Thank you so, so much.” You ran back over to him, your light footsteps sprinkling across the floor quietly and gracefully. You were a dancer, indeed. But what you did next made him think you might be an actress too.

You leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before grabbing your ballet bag and dashing out the door to catch your train.

Raph sat back, his cheeks gradually coming to match the color of his mask as he processed what had just happened. It was then that Mikey looked back at his older brother from his spot on the floor playing video games.

“Dude, you’re screwed.”

“Tell me about it…”

***

When you got back to the lair, you were beyond exhausted. Physically, mentally drained. New York’s production of the Nutcracker was nothing to scoff at, and God, did you know it. You flopped onto the couch face-down and exhaled a huge sigh. Raph chuckled at the sight of you. Your make-up had been washed off, and you were wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. A far cry from the leotard and dramatic eyeshadow you had been wearing only a few minutes ago.

This was Raph’s favorite version of you. The real one.

“Ya all right over there?” his gruff voice reached your ears, sending a rush of adrenaline through you. God, you loved him. You were so pitifully in love with him that you weren’t sure how he didn’t see it, but you wanted him to. You figured maybe you were too girly for him. Maybe he wasn’t into the pretty pink princess type.

“No. Wiped.” You turned your head out of the cushions and towards him.

“Anything I can, uh, do to help?”

“Raph, will you cuddle with me?” Your voice was quiet, whiney, downright adorable. His heart just about leapt out of his chest. He could feel it doing pirouettes inside his ribcage, dancing around like a ballerina. Like you.

“Will I- what?” he did a double-take. You, a beautiful human girl, wanted him, a giant mutant turtle, to cuddle with you. This wasn’t happening. This was a dream. When was he gonna wake up?

Please?

“Uh, yeah! I mean, yeah, sure. If you want, I guess.” He tried to play it off cool, but you totally saw the blush he was trying to hide. You got up off of the couch and he laid down, spreading his legs across it. You climbed on top of him. Tentatively, he moved his arms around you, terrified that any second you would decide this wasn’t what you wanted after all. But instead of being repelled by him as he feared, you snuggled further into him, burying your face in the crook of his neck and letting your fingers trail up and down his plastron.

You exhaled a huge sigh, finally relaxed for the first time that day. Raph’s large fingers started to undo the knots on your back, rubbing slow, steady circles on the fabric of your t-shirt. You looked up at his undeniably red face. He smirked at the sight of you while his heart hammered in his chest. You reached up for the tails of his bandana, undoing the knot with your fingers.

“W-what are ya doin’?”

“I wanna see your face.” You mumbled quietly as you pulled the mask from his green head, exposing his skin. It was the first time you had seen him without it. “God, you’re hot,” you whispered, index and thumb trailing down his cheek. He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” You hummed as you rested your head against his plastron. You reached for the remote and put on some movie. Raph wasn’t paying attention in the slightest. The only thing he cared about in the whole world was curled up in his arms, and he couldn’t have been happier.

Maybe Mikey was right. Maybe Raph was a big cuddly teddy bear. Or he would be. For you.

I’m not sure how to answer this in another way so I’m just going to do it like this.

@creativetomboylovesbooks​ : I’m not entirely sure you understand what biphobia IS so let me explain the difference between being threatened (as you say)/unsure of oneself and being biphobic:

When you’re unsure/threatened you might say/do things like:

  • Constantly compare yourself with your significant other’s ex, maybe talk to them about it and ask them things like: “Why are you with me, you can have anyone you want?”

  • Look at your partner talking to someone who’s objectively good looking and think that they would look much better with them than with you, and you don’t really understand what in the world this wonderful and gorgeous human(or warlock) being is doing with you.

  • You might meet their ex and get rightfully pissed off if he/she keeps touching/flirting with your man/girl

  • Talk to them about being afraid to measure up to the experiences they’ve had before you and about being able to be good enough for them.

Now, that’s all things that might tear at a relationship, but it’s not being biphobic at all. However, if you’re doing just one of the following things, you’re biphobic and need to stop right the hell now:

  • Whenever your partner talks about old friends/people they met before you two were together, you ask: “Did you sleep with him/her too?” - Alec does this ALOT when Magnus talks about his past and the worst part of that is that Magnus stays with him and doesn’t even tell him off for being a gigantic asshole.

  • Tell your family/friends that before you, your partner slept with anything and anyone (aka slut-shaming, which a lot of bisexual people - including myself - is met with more often than we’d like to admit. As if “I like both men and women” automatically means: “I sleep with anything that moves and will let me have sex with them”???) - Alec tells his siblings basically these exact words.

  • Tell your partner that they “have to pick a side”, “are just confused”, “are half straight and half gay”, “they’re only properly bisexual/part of the LGBT+-community if they date someone of the same sex, otherwise they’re straight” - I can’t actually say for sure that Alec does this, but it’s a pretty common thing for biphobia so I thought I’d add it in here.

I could go on and on about this, and about the fact that just because you’re a part of the community (like Alec) doesn’t mean that you can’t still be narrow-minded and biphobic. But in short: Alec is very biphobic in the books, but not in the show (Yay!) and the reason I wrote the original post was because I really don’t want to read fics with a biphobic!Alec and for me to be able to avoid said fics, writers need to tag properly which fandom they’re writing for. If you’re writing for the show, tag it as such, and if you’re writing for the books then tag them and NOT the show so the right people find your fic.

I hope this helped you understand it better!

I look at pictures of Louis and I’m like whoa wtf he’s so fucking pretty how is this possible? He’s literally the most gorgeous human being I have ever seen. Then I see pictures of Harry and think the exact same thing. Then I see pictures of them together and it blows my mind.

  • what she says: i'm fine.
  • What she means: Why don't more people appreciate PJ Ligouri? PJ is literally the most creative youtuber in all of youtube yet he is just disregarded and ignored. Not only is he creative and amazing, he's also gorgeous. He deserves much more credit than he receives, why can't people see this? I need answers.
blueberries & bad boys;

member- taehyung

genre- fluff, au

words- 1,652

summary- he was bad, but he was also good. badboy!au

a/n- i didn’t have time to proofread, so i’m sorry! but taehyung’s “wings” short film inspired me for this, so i hope you enjoy! (also, come scream to me about wings!!!) 

Originally posted by yoongukie

He was practically a national treasure.

Girls ‘ooh'ed and ‘ahh'ed as he walked around campus, notoriously wearing a red leather jacket with a cherry red sucker hanging from his lips- which happened to be permanently stuck in a smirk. Red was kind of his thing.

Honestly, Kim Taehyung may have been the most gorgeous human being you had ever had the joy in seeing. You couldn’t believe that he was a real human being and not an angel sent down from heaven to grace you with his good looks. Though, you weren’t the only person who thought that, which kind of made having a major crush on him absolutely fucking terrible.

You sighed and drew your eyes away from his figure and down at your notepad. You were trying your best to create a poem good enough to turn into your professor, but everything has came out too bland or trite. Frustration was beginning to creep into your finger tips as you scribbled on the paper, accidentally breaking the lead from the pencil.

“Harsh,” a deep, gravelly voice said from your right. You snapped your head up and over to see the mystery man, and you were immediately shocked to see him standing only a few feet from you.

“Well, you know…never liked pencils much.” Wow, how smooth Y/N, you thought.

He smiled and stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets, taking a seat beside you on the metal bench. “They are pretty dispicable.” He removed his lollipop from his mouth. “I’m Taehyung.”

You snorted. “As if I don’t know who you are,” you replied, then instantly regretted it. You were not playing it cool.

He cocked his head to the side. “Oh?”

You looked down at your sneakers, scraping the toe against the dirt. “Uhm, well, it’s just that you’re, uh…pretty popular and stuff. Everybody knows who you are.”

“I just care that you know my name…” He paused and placed a big, warm hand on your knee, which made you jolt slightly. “…Y/N.”

He winked and stood up, turning around and sauntering back the way he came. Your heart pounded hard in your chest, making it hard for your lungs to focus on breathing. Your whole body tingled with excitement and anxiety. What made him come over to you, of all people? You weren’t even one of the popular, pretty girls on campus who go to parties and flirt with boys. You were the girl who wore her Converse almost every day and spent her nights watching cartoons, which directly translated to Not Cool Enough for Kim Taehyung.

You weren’t sure if you’d ever be.

But miraculously, from that day on, Taehyung began to talk to you at least once a day. At first, it was always something simple, like if you had any exams coming up or if you had a good morning. Things only began to evolve into something more intimate when one day Taehyung showed up in the hallway after of your Comp class with a small, plastic package in his hands.

“These are for you,” he said and placed the gift into your hands.  You looked up at him, confused.

“You bought me something?” you questioned. You two had barely spoken for more than five minutes at a time, and he was buying you presents?

He scratched the back of his neck. “Well, kind of. Just look.”

You pull the lid off the box, and are greeted with a sweet smell almost immediately. “Blueberries?”

A pink blush spread across his cheeks. “Yeah, you said they were your favorite fruit and my grandma runs a small blueberry farm outside of town…so I went and got some for you.”

You smiled. “You know, guys normally bring the girl flowers, not fruit,” you teased as you shyly locked eyes with him.

He chuckled and grabbed onto your hand, pulling you along with him. “Who said I was normal?”

It became a tradition for you two. Every Thursday, Taehyung would bring you a box of the best blueberries his grandmother produced and you’d happily accept them. Most days, you two would share them while sitting beneath a large oak tree in the campus green, telling each other stories or playing 20 questions.

But today was different.

You had been in the middle of sharing a story about your childhood dog, playing with Taehyung’s ring-clad fingers simultaneously, when they approached. “They” happened to be the worst frat boys on campus.

“Look at Taehyung finally settling down,” a blonde one said with a mocking smirk on his face. You instinctively gripped Taehyung’s fingers tighter as the group got closer to the two of you. He gave you a reassuring squeeze back.

“Get lost,” he told them simply, not paying attention to their childish behavior and tossing a blueberry into his mouth. He pretended to ignore them as he pulled you closer to his side and urged you to continue talking.

“Oh give me a break. Quit acting like you’re a nice guy,” one said with a disgusted look on his face. Taehyung tensed up slightly at that comment, but he quickly relaxed. You knew he was good, and few douche’s opinions weren’t going to change your mind.

One stepped closer, which made Taehyung move slightly in front of you. The guy noticed, but didn’t comment. Instead, he smirked. “Is that what he brings you everyday? Blueberries? How fucking cheesy.” The dude chuckled darkly and looked at you with fake pity. “Newflash, sweetie. He only does all this to get in your pants.”

It was this that made Taehyung rise to his feet and confront the three. “Look, I don’t know what your fucking problem is, but leave me and Y/N alone. You’re being extremely immature right now, and I have no tolerance for dicks like you. So either go on your own, or I’ll make you leave.” You had never heard him be so serious before, so intimidating.

The guy didn’t budge. “What are you gonna fucking do about it, huh? Please, live up to your bad boy persona so your little bitch can see how much of an ass you actually are.”

It wasn’t a second later that the same guy was lying on the ground, holding his jaw. Taehyung unclenched his fist, his own sinister smile taking over his features. “If you ever come near us- or her- again, you won’t just get a brusied jaw. Now, I suggest you leave before things get a little out of hand,” he said firmly, with an air of cockiness in his voice. It sent a chill down your spine. You made a mental note to never get on his bad side.

The trio scrambled off, grumbling about how they would’ve totally won the fight if it went any further. You rose to your feet and approached Taehyung, grabbing his hand to examine it. “Your knuckle is bleeding,” you said softly.

Taehyung shrugged. “It’s okay.”

You shook your head. “I need to clean it up for you,” you insisted and began to drag him towards the direction of your apartment.

He rolled his eyes, but let you drag him. “It’s really okay, Y/N. I’m a big boy.”

You shook your head. “I understand. But, you protected me. So, it’s my turn to help you.”

“I don’t expect you to repay me for things like that. I don’t expect you to repay me for anything at all,” he assured you, but it fell on deaf ears. You were going to help him whether he liked it or not.

Your apartment was luckily not far from your university- only a few blocks, to be exact. After dragging Taehyung up the steps to your floor, you unlock your door and usher him inside. “Go sit on the couch and wait for me.”

He grumbled, but followed your instructions and took a seat. You scrambled around to find your first aid kit, quickly returning to Taehyung’s side. You didn’t want to give him too much time to snoop around your house. Not that you had anything to hide, but still.

“Give me your hand,” you ordered as you took a seat on the coffee table in front of Taehyung. He obeys.

“This is unnecessary, Y/N. I’ve had tons of injuries without cleaing them and such,” he told you, which made you gasp.

“Don’t tell me these things! Do you know how many infections you could’ve had?” you exclaimed while dabbing his bloody knuckle with a alcohol-soaked Q-tip. He laughed at your excessive worry.

“Y/N, I’m fine. Why do you care so much?” he asked honestly, which made you freeze.

You subconciously began to stroke his hand, trying to calm yourself down. “Well, because…I, uh, care for you?” you answered, though it ended up sounding like a question.

“You do?” You nodded and hastily placed a small, circular bandaid that covered the cut. Taehyung noticed your nervousness and smiled. In an instant, he pulled you from the coffee table and onto his lap. You gasped. The feeling of being pressed against him was something you had never experienced, but now wished that you had every single day of your life.

“I care about you, too,” he whispered, leaning his face up to yours. Your eyelashes touched, as did the very tips of your nose. And suddenly, you were kissing.

He tasted like cherries, which you had expected. But you hadn’t expected the butterflies that tingled in your stomach as his hands rubbed up and down your back or the fireworks exploding behind your closed eyes as you realized Oh my god, I’m kissing Kim Taehyung.

You don’t remember when it happened, but it had. You had fallen for the bad boy with the scuffed up knees and big smile, who also tended to have a love for the color red. But that wasn’t the only thing he loved.

He loved you, too.

anonymous asked:

daveed

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life
hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang
hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff
best quality: Just a wonderful human being
worst quality: is older then me, is taken :(
ship them with: Sorry I don’t ship real people
brotp them with: The Ham cast and Rafael
needs to stay away from: idk - he’s a grown ass man, im not gonna tell him what to do
misc. thoughts:I CANT WAIT TO SEE HIM THIS THURSDAY!!!

What she says: I’m fine. What she means: BUT HIMCHAN IS JUST SO LOVING YOU KNOW???? He’s always so supportive and affectionate to his members and always puts himself and his dreams last! He is just so darn sweet and loving to fans, he tries his hardest to speak whatever language a fan is speaking, he always gives out endless fanservice and is just generally the biggest sweetheart, but not enough people talk about this gorgeous human being like-

beauty & the beast (2017)

Saw Beauty and the Beast at the dine-in today. Enjoyed it overall, although, as I feared, it suffers from being … a largely shot-for-shot remake of a beloved classic. Which means that, alas, it’s largely a pale imitation.

However, there were nonetheless things that I enjoyed IMMENSELY. In the Prince’s first appearance, for example, he (as a human) is dolled up in this fucking gorgeous garish wild fantastic effeminate rococo makeup, and I freakin LOVED IT.

MORE ROCOCO DANCERS, PLEASE, DISNEY. MORE PRINCES IN EYE SHADOW AND ROUGE!!

Other highlights:

  • Dan Stevens makes a great Beast, and “Evermore” really is a lovely song.
  • Luke Evans makes an even better Gaston, and Gaston actually gets some bits of backstory and depth that I liked, such as that he and LeFou have recently returned from war.
  • I know there’s been so much controversy about LeFou, but I really advise reserving judgment until you’ve watched the film. LeFou was actually one of my fave parts of the film and honestly bears little resemblance to his animated counterpart. He’s dry, sensible, very much the brains of the operation, and has an actual, sympathetic character arc. 
  • That said, however, the creators have oversold the degree to which the film has any gay presence. LeFou’s attraction to Gaston is so subtle that someone not inclined to see it could easily ignore it, and the “gay moment” is blink-and-you’ll-miss-it. Literally: my friend blinked and she missed it.
  • There’s a decent amount of racial diversity, with black characters throughout the cast playing characters of all sorts. I was particularly fond of the bookseller.

…Biggest complaints:

  • I’ve heard a lot of criticism about Emma Watson’s singing. Her singing is … fine, by normal human standards. But this is a musical. It’s probably not great for the lead character to be the weakest singer in the entire cast.
  • The CGI characters are not the best. They really lack expressiveness and personality. I mean, I know they’re supposed to be made of hard materials, but I honestly got bored during “Be Our Guest” because despite however much life Ewan McGregor put into his voice, the Lumiere on screen remained pretty stiff and static and dull.
  • And again, seriously, I know this is just my personal philosophy about remakes, but go big or go home, my dudes. If the original is so beloved that you’ll never top it, why even try to do the same shots, the same outfits, the same dialogue? You’re unlikely to improve upon them, so make the film your own instead. My favorite parts of this film were the original bits: the Prince in his ball makeup, the dancing and swordplay during “Gaston,” LeFou’s character arc, Paris, Agatha. I didn’t like all the updated lyrics, but I’m all for updating other aspects.

All that said, though, I still enjoyed it; it was fun, it was gorgeous to look at, and there were parts that truly captured my imagination. I would absolutely watch it again. Though I was not, perhaps, as emotionally invested as the drunk girl next to me seemed to think. She offered me a napkin during the Beast’s death scene because she thought I was crying. My allergies have been bad. I was sniffling because of a stuffed nose. 

But thank you, drunk girl. I really appreciate that you care.