he looks good with green eyes

snail emoji reviews

apple:

very detailed, blur tool is a little excessive; i appreciate the faithfulness to the eye stalks

google:

simple and perfect. what a beautiful friend!! he smiles for you

microsoft:

easily identifiable, small spots add to maximum snail

samsung:

a good friend, yes, but his eyes should be up there you fools

LG:

very shiny. the slimiest of all of our friends here, impervious to sharp objects at any angle. too powerful

HTC:

simple and green, a very nice pal we have here today folks

Messenger:

his shell looks like a cinnamon roll, sweet boy

Twitter:

purple pal

Mozilla:

minimalist pink friend, i trust him with my crops

Emoji One:

mischievous, chaotic neutral

Emojidex:

eventually, this will be the being who we all have to submit to.

in short, i love all of them

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͉̰̗͕̦ͨ̽̏̈́͂̒̊̚͞I̞̪̖͎̗̦̩͌̐ ̠̻͎̩̋ͩ́ͅn̵̹͖̻ͧ̊ͥḙ̗̩̻̖͓͌̎̊̅̅v̛͉̻͚ͬͯ͐͑ͅe̜̦̰̲͐̅͐ͫͩ̒̇͟r̶͎̬̮̔͗͗ ̧̘̝ͭ̄̔͑͋̃̌ͬ͞l̟͓͕̠̤̏̾͛ͯ͢͠ȩ̭̫̭̻͙ͯ̇̃ͭ̾͑̋͢͡f̺̭̭̜͎̌̋͢͞ͅt̸̜̪̗ͮ͊̽̈́ͬͨ͐́̚.̵̹̗̟̣̻͇̘ͦ̉̍̓̐̐̋ͭ͘

Fugos ranked

#1 Green Fugo

A very Good and Handsome Fugo. The colors jive well and are easy on the eyes. A top tier Fugo indeed. 

#2 Albino Fugo

The color palette is a bit extreme, but the bold look fits his character, making this Fugo a certified good Fugo. Albino Fugo also scores points for his partially Abbachio-matching color scheme. The young goth imitates its mother. 

#3 Haze Fugo

It’s nice that he matches his stand, and purple does suit our boy well, but his hair is a bit off-putting with the purple. A white haired Fugo would work much better in this get up.

#4 Craft Single

Jesus christ this is a discarded piece of cheese you find in the bottom of the crisper weeks after noticing an odd smell wafting from your fridge. Full body pictures of this monstrosity are outlawed in at least 4 countries and 13 states. Araki saw this color palette and immediately dropped Fugo from the story. This fucker unleashed the power of the sun and then forgot to releash it. Everything about this color scheme is a crime against mother nature. 

Newt Scamander Imagines.

I wrote some imagines to calm me down I hope u guys like them JFC I need a hug.

Originally posted by hardyness

  • Imagine sitting with him under a tree in late summer. The air is hot, but not sticky and it feels good as you sprawl out in the grass. Newt is writing something down in his leather-bound notebook about a creature one of his creatures. He stops writing for a moment, looking down at you with green eyes that seemed more vivid due to the lighting the two of you were in. He lets his gaze linger on your for longer than needed before looking up at the blue sky. There were a few clouds, but not a whole lot. It was the perfect sort of day that he could just soak in because he had all of his favorite things near him. His creatures in his case, lovely weather and you right beside him.
  • Imagine watching Newt with his creatures. He’s so affectionate with them all, taking time to talk to them as if they could completely understand(which you think they can because they’ve been with him for so long), brushing his fingers along their bodies and reflecting the trust and love they show him.
    Holding Pickett on his right index finger, Newt sits next to you and gives you a warm smile. You reply with an equally warm grin and look down at your knees. “You really love them, don’t you?”
    Newt listens to the sound of your voice and nods gently. “They were there for me when no one else was. I owe them everything.” Newt admitted and looked out at the rest of his creatures as he placed Pickett on his shoulder. “The bowtruckles accuse me of favoritism because I do carry Pickett around but truth be told… I can’t pick just one favorite creature. That would be fair. I love them all…”
    You hold your finger out on Newt’s shoulder, and he watches rather intently as Pickett crawls onto it. “I think Pickett may favor you more than me though, or so it seems.” 
  • Imagine hearing Newt singing to his creatures, especially the newborns. It’s an act of trust and love, and though he usually assumes you can’t hear him, you usually do. He sings a variety of things, usually lullabies he can remember from his childhood, and catchy jingles he may have heard in the Muggle World.
    Surprisingly, he’s a really good singer. But, you haven’t told him yet because you’re afraid if you tell him, he’ll become self-aware and will stop singing so loudly for you to hear.
  • Imagine Newt watching you handle his creatures. It starts as just a minute stare, and becomes him intently watching you from across the way. You’re so gentle and so caring with his creatures, but not because you have to. But, because you want to as you know how much they mean to Newt. 
    The more Newt finds himself watching you, the more aware he becomes of the blossoming feelings he has for you. There’s just something so beautiful about you caring for his creatures the way he does that lights his soul on fire. Newt supposed he had always yearned for a companion who shared the same passion for them as he did. He just never thought it’d be so bluntly in his face.
  • Imagine finding Newt asleep in the middle of the floor. It happens more often than not, as he does get a bit eccentric and doesn’t sleep for what seems like days at time. You sigh quietly, knowing you can’t carry him to a more comfortable place and so you grasp the nearest thing that resembles a blanket, which happens to be his peacock colored jacket, and put it onto of his sleeping self. He mumbles something, tugging it closer before dozing off completely once again.
  • Imagine realizing that you’re in love with Newt. Something that took years to realize, and you’re surprised that it took that long. It starts off as just any other day with the two of you. He’s seated in front of the Niffler, looking into the burrow with narrow eyes. He’s bent over, staring in and saying something to the little black creature in a rather stern yet playful voice. You’re across from him, Pickett on your shoulder as you were just trying to convince him to join the other bowtruckles.
    Newt starts gesturing with his hands wildly, still talking to Niffler who is seated rather comfortably in his treasures.
    You laugh quietly. You could only imagine what he was scolding him for, probably for taking another shiny object that was his when it all of a sudden hit you.
    Why were you staring for so long? You couldn’t even see his face and you were merely staring at his back. You swallowed. 
    The warm feeling inside of your chest began. You knew what this was, or at least you thought.
    But, nothing was going to prepare you for the deeper feelings you were going to develop.
  • Imagine one night, Newt is talking about his time at Hogwarts. It remains vague enough to start with as to not stir unwanted emotions, but he finds himself stumbled by your words when you get onto the topic of friends, or his lack of such during his schooling. “You were in love with Leta.” You whispered quietly, looking back at the picture of her Newt carried.
    Silence ensues around the two of you as he looks down at his hands. Swallowing, Newt wonders if he has it in himself to actually answer you truthfully. But, then again, answering in a lie would get him no where. He shuffled besides you, rubbing his hands together before putting them on his knees, “That was a long time ago.” Newt said and cleared his throat, avoiding your eyes at all costs, “Feelings change, and so do people…”
    “Newt, I…”
    “Can we please…” His voice sounds broken and shredded, “Not talk about this anymore…?”
    “I’m sorry…” You say, letting the silence fill the air once again. The two of you don’t talk again for the rest of the night as he stands to go tend to his creatures.
    He’s just so afraid of falling in love again, because he knows what love can do to a person if they’re not the right one. One side of him thinks like this while the other is urging him to jump, because he’s convinced you are indeed the one true love of his life.

If you guys want more, let me know! :) Thanks! Hope you enjoyed! Reblogs + likes are much appreciated and mean a lot!

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Aedion headcanons

He usually wears his hair in a bun but he also often allows Evangeline to braid it. After a few years she becomes an expert with different and complicated hairstyles and she uses him as an example.

Once Lysandra told him he looks good with eyeliner and since then he often wears it to parties and at special occasions.

His first kiss was a boy that smelled like salted caramel and had embers in his eyes. Aedion cried all night after he saw him dead on a battlefield.

He secretly read all of Aelin’s cheesy romance novels. Once Dorian saw him but promised he won’t tell anyone after Aedion threatened his life.

His favourite colour is green.

He absolutely can’t cook no matter how hard he tries.

His worst nightmare is being kidnapped and nobody coming after him.

He looked like her

Harry may have looked like james, having the same hair, face, figure and bad eye sight, but he looked a lot like lily as well.

Ways in which Harry Potter looked like Lily:
Eyes, almond and green
Nobby knees
Good skin (james was covered in acne until he got some of the pimple vanishing cream)
Piano hands: long, thin and narrow
Toes: they both had oddly long middle toes
James’ smile and lips, lily’s straight round teeth (James’ we’re slightly crooked. He kept them that way, said it gave him a hit grin)
The way they over pronounce the words can’t, won’t and shan’t
Harry also got Lily’s temper
He got the Evans glare
And the tiny freckles that Lily hated, but james adored
Her hard to hide blush
Her fondness for owls and everything magic
Her stubbornness
Her ability to love deeply

Two Homes : Daddy!Ashton One Shot

The song When You Love Someone by James TW sets the mood for this x

Ashton doesn’t know where to begin. 

His heart grows heavier by the minute, looking at the small boy waiting on the race car bed that escaped being made this morning before school. It doesn’t matter to Ashton now, the accidental act of disobedience an irrelevant concern compared to the news he’s about to give. He sighs and walks into his son’s bedroom. None of the scripted explanations he’s been practicing throughout the day feel good enough. Nothing he could say would spare the six-year-old from the inevitable corruption his innocence will soon face. 

The biggest pair of green eyes timidly look up at Ashton, only to shy away after acknowledging that something’s wrong. Ashton pulls up a child-sized chair from the messy coloring desk on the side of the room and sits on it backwards, crossing his arms over the top rail. 

“We gotta talk, bud,” Ashton says, his voice sounding abnormally quiet. 

The boy shifts on the mattress, knowing that when Daddy is this serious it’s usually because he’s mad. 

“Am I in trouble?” he asks in a voice so small, thinking of possible bad things he might’ve done recently. 

“No,” Ashton dismisses, wishing he would’ve led with that. He’s already messing this up. “You’re not in trouble, Jamie. This is about Mommy and Daddy.“ 

Keep reading

Eyes

It’s the hunt that will lead to Mary leaving but this is before the children and the bones when they’re in Kinko’s making FBI badges. Usually, Sam makes them but Mary was curious so Dean came too and now, they’ve all gotten a little silly and Dean has threatened to make Sam’s on pink paper and just declared himself (as ‘Roger Daltry’) to be far too good looking to be in law enforcement.

“It’s the green eyes,” Mary says and bats hers exaggeratedly at Sam and then laughs and accidentally snorts. It’s the snort that gets Sam. In his imagining of a mom, he never thought snorky noises. Dean’s all eye crinkles. People are looking at them which is not the point so they try to straighten up.

“Your eyes are hazel,” Mary says to Sam.

“Heterochromatic,” Dean says and Sam had no idea Dean even remembered. Mary looks at Dean and he shrugs. “He came home from biology all jazzed because his teacher told him his eyes were heterochromatic. Means ‘calico’.”

“Your eyes are calico?” Mary asks.

“Sort of,” Sam says. “They’re brown around the iris and blue everywhere else.”

“Let me see,” Mary says and stands on her tiptoes in Kinko’s looking in his eyes while he feels weird and let’s her look opening his eyes wide which makes him feel like he’s staring at her. He can’t believe Dean remembered that. He puts hazel on everything. They were doing simple genetics; Mendel and his peas, a blue eyes and brown and he asked his teacher about hazel. She looked at his eyes and the next class told him about heterochromatia and all the variations.

“Your eyes are gorgeous,” Mary says and smiles. “And you’ve got the shape of my grandmother’s eyes. She was Hungarian. Tatar eyes. Said they were a gift of the steppes.”

It’s a moment suspended in time, his mother looking at his eyes. Then she turns to Dean and says, “You got yours from the milkman.”

At the consternated look on his face she makes that funny snort sound again and covers her mouth with her hand.

Calum watching you get ready for the Valentine’s Date he’d planned would consist of:

  • “babe why are you putting green stuff on your face?”
  • him touching all of your brushes because of how soft they are
  • picking up your lipsticks and asking if that color would look good on him
  • picking up your eyelash curler and asking what exactly it was
  • so you would show him what it was and as you would lean in towards his eye he would freak and ask why you were getting that thing close to his eye so you would just have to show him using your own eyelashes and he would be so amazed
  • “you should do my makeup sometime”
  • he would watch carefully as you blended your eyeshadow together perfectly
  • him being curious as to why you needed so many different brushes for your eyeshadow
  • and so many different things of mascara
  • “babe that glow is amazing” once you put on your highlight
  • showing him how to do a contour
  • him letting you tweeze his eyebrows when he saw you doing your own just bc he was curious on what it felt like
  • “babe, really will you do my makeup one day?? I wanna know how good I look with this stuff on”
  • him realizing y’all were probably gonna be late for your dinner reservations but not caring bc he’d be so amazed
  • him stressfully watching as you put on eyeliner
  • pausing from putting on your eyeliner to ask calum if he could stop stressing because it was stressing you out
  • getting to your reservation almost 20 minutes late bc calum wouldn’t stop asking you about the different types of lipsticks you had

“We’re all here for the same reason: because we believe in this project.”

“I’m here because you got me fired an’ I have a goddamn mortgage,” Lucas corrected. He wasn’t smoking, but was chewing a stick of gum very aggressively. It made him look even angrier. Garth missed the cigarettes.

“Which means you have to believe in this project,” Garth continued, “because if you don’t you’ll be homeless.”

This pep talk had gone a little sideways. Alan still looked green. Lucas was trying to set the room on fire with his eyes.

“Right!” Garth clapped his hands together. “Good talk. Let’s get everything set back up, maybe when the ghosts get back they’ll be more polite this time.”

“If one of ‘em starts tryin’ to get my pants off again,” Lucas warned, “I’m shootin’ you.”

“You’ll shoot me?” Garth asked for confirmation, pressing his hand to his chest. “Why would you shoot me? What could that possibly accomplish?”

“Aside from shuttin’ you the hell up, maybe once you’re dead you can pull 'em offa me.”

“I don’t think that’s how ghosts work.”

“I think you know approximately fuck-all about how ghosts work, an’ I think I didn’t sign up to get sexually assaulted by a goddamn poltergeist.”

“I don’t think we’ve seen any evidence that this is a poltergeist.”

A strong wind blew open all the windows and doors. Lucas did not say he had told him so, but did glower and spit his gum onto the floor.

“So maybe it’s a little–” Garth was cut off by a sudden blinding light. “Susan! I told you we’re waiting on the lights.”

“That’s not me, sir,” Susan said.

“No, sorry, that was me,” someone said as the light faded, who was using Lucas’ voicebox but who was very clearly not Lucas. The accent was wrong, for one thing. For another, Lucas did not usually look that friendly.

And his eyes didn’t usually glow. That was a pretty big tell.

“Alan,” Garth hissed. “Please tell me you’re getting this.”

“You bet your ass,” Alan confirmed from behind the camera.

Not-Lucas was looking down at themself. “Wow, he looked hot before, but now that I’ve got eyes he looks really hot.” They lifted up Lucas’ shirt to look at his abs. Garth didn’t blame them; they were very impressive abs. “Holy crap. Does he have a butterface? I can’t tell because I’m using it.”

“No,” Garth assured them, “he’s pretty handsome. Sort of a rugged prettyboy thing going on.” Possibly he should not have admitted that with the camera rolling.

Lucas’ eyes stopped glowing, and he snarled as he shoved his shirt back down, tucked his hands under his armpits as he crossed his arms. “Do not tell her that,” he said through his teeth, “do not be havin’ a conversation with the spirit forcibly inhabitin’ my body.”

“So it’s a girl?” Garth asked, immediately latching on to that detail.

“I am,” she confirmed cheerfully, uncrossing Lucas’ arms. It was strange to see Lucas’ face with a smile on it, his posture open. A nice kind of strange. “I should introduce myself: my name is Jolene, like the song.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jolene,” Garth said, nudging Susan to make sure she was picking up audio.

“It is not,” Lucas snapped. “What did I say about havin’ a conversation? Stop talkin’ to her an’ get me a damn exorcism.”

“Goodness,” Jolene said, “he’s cranky, isn’t he?”

“I ain’t cranky,” Lucas said, “I’m possessed.”

“Lucas, I need you to calm down until we can find out what she wants,” Garth said.

“I don’t give a damn what she wants,” Lucas said.

“I want you to help me solve my murder and find some lost treasure,” Jolene said, undeterred.

Garth pressed his palms together in a prayer pose, turned his face skyward and put his hands beneath his chin. “Thank you, Santa,” he said toward the ceiling, “for blessing me this day.”

“I swear to God I am gonna shoot your ass.”

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You lean in through the open passenger window, the corner of your mouth pulled up into a smirk.

“What are you talking about?” you reply. “I did all the work.”

Dean laughs, green eyes sparkling in the light from the streetlamp overhead, but his expression quickly turns serious. “You could come with us.”

You raise an eyebrow.

He shrugs, one arm resting on the back of the Impala’s seats. “It wouldn’t be so bad. You’d have someone to watch your back, someone to talk to, my stunning good looks.”

“And your incredibly humble personality,” you say dryly. 

Dean just grins. “Come on, Y/n. I’ll even make Sammy give you shot gun.”

You bite your lip, adjusting the strap of the duffel bag slung over your shoulder. “I don’t know. I’ve never been much of a team player.”

“It’s never too late to start.”

After hesitating a moment longer, you pull open the door and slide onto the bench next to him, tossing your bag into the back seat. “Alright, Winchester. Let’s give this a shot.”

It’s hard not to notice the warmth his answering smile sends flooding through you.

“Welcome aboard, Y/n. First thing you need to know?” He shifts the Impala in gear and pulls away from the curb. “Driver picks the music. Shotgun shuts their cake hole.” 

Date Night Feels

Summary: Dan’s a waiter and Phil’s on a date. Dan isn’t to pleased with how’s Phil’s date is acting.

Warnings: Non-Con touching (Not much but still)

A/N: I love this? This was actually fun to write. I love protective Dan.

~•~•~

The restaurant was usually busy but tonight it was slow. Dan had nothing to do but go around and wipe tables although he had multiple times.

Music played softly in the background. The lights were dimmed a bit. The few tables that had people there, you could hear the soft chatter of their voices as they spoke to one another.

Bells chimed as the doors opened and Dan’s head shot up. There was two men standing there. One had green eyes and shaggy blonde hair. His skin was tanned and he seemed pretty fit. He wasn’t bad looking, he just looked as if he thought he was to good for anyone.

The other, Dan thought was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. His eyes were blue, he had black hair that hung just over his left eye. He had pale skin and looked like the most humble person Dan ever laid eyes on.

Walking to them, Dan noticed the blonde ones movements. He placed his arm around Blue Eyes waist, his hand resting gently on his behind. Blue Eyes looked uncomfortable but he washed it away fast. He flashed the one beside him a small smile. Dan introduced himself to the two and led them to their table.

Writing down their drinks he handed them their menus, “I will be right back, let me know if you guys need anything at all.”

“Thank you,” Blue Eyes said. Dan walked over and grabbed two cups. His eyes trailed over to them. He watched as the blonde ran his hand over Blue Eyes thigh. Dan watched as he shifted uncomfortably and grabbed his hand holding it over the table instead of under.

Taking the drinks back over to them, he learned the blonde ones name was Jared. Blue Eyes, his name was Phil. ‘Suits him’ Dan thought.

After getting their orders he took them to Mitchel, who was one of the best chefs in town.

“Eyyy Dan!” He spun around and saw Jami smirking at him. “I see you eyeing the black hair hunk. Think he’s cute?”

Dan looked back over and watched how Jared kept touching and feeling Phil. He would inch his hand closer to his crotch, hold his face gently. All the while Dan was getting pissed. It was obvious Phil was uncomfortable, so why was he pushing it?

“Kinda, Jami. But I don’t like how his date is acting.” Dan grits between his teeth.

“Awww is Danny boy jealous?” She mocks and teases.

“No, more annoyed. You see the blonde one, that’s Jared. Watch. He keeps feeling Blue Eyes, or Phil up.”

Jami watched alongside Dan. Jared ran his hand gently down Phil’s chest. The other rested to close on his thigh.

“Can he do that?” Jami asks in disbelief.

“I don’t know. But I’m gonna put a stop to it if he doesn’t.”

-

Dan watched as the night carries on. Jared still touching on Phil. Phil tries to carry a conversation but it seems to fail. Dan watches, anger and sadness running through his veins, as Phil hangs his head and continues eating.

He watches for the last time as Jared runs his hand up Phil’s thigh. This time, his hand makes his way to his crotch and you can see closing around Phil. Phil yelps and pulls back.

Dan walks over, well more like sprints. “Are you kidding me?” He snaps. Phil’s eyes are wide and Jared chuckles.

“Can I help you, Dan?” He says in a bitter tone.

“Yeah, you can fuck off and get out.”

“Excuse me? You cant kick me out.”

“I can and I fucking am,” Dan snapped.

“I want to speak with a manager.” Jared pleaded.

“No, I saw the way you were touching and grabbing your date here. What the fuck makes you think that’s okay? He’s obviously uncomfortable with it? So why?”

Jared went to speak but Dan cut him off, “I’ll tell you why. You’re garbage. It’s sick that you think you do something like this to someone.” Dan looked at Phil who was now leaning in to Dan’s side a little. “Now, get up. Get out. And don’t bother him again got it?”

Jared scoffed and threw his hands up, telling Phil to fuck off and got up. Dan watched him walk off.

Sliding in the booth beside Phil, Dan watches as he relaxes and smiles a bit. “Thank you.” Phil smiles at Dan.

“It’s no problem. I could tell he was making you uncomfortable. And I had to step in.” Dan smiles back at Phil.

“I’m Phil.”

“I’m Dan, but you already knew that.” Phil laughed, it wasn’t forced but genuine. Dan noticed how his tongue poked out between his teeth as he laughed.

Phil checked the time and noticed it was getting late. “Um, how much for the food?”

“Don’t worry about it. I got it covered.” Dan assures.

Phil just smiles at him and the two stand up. Dan waves bye and watches as Phil walks away.

Starting to clean the table up Dan hears Phil call for him.

“Uh, I was uh wondering,” Phil scratches the back of his head, “C-can I have your number?”

“Of course,” Dan chuckles, he pulls out a piece of paper and writes down his number. Handing it to Phil, and Phil gives his. Phil however does the unexpected. He leans in and quickly kisses Dan’s cheek.

Dan’s face heats up and his tanned cheeks turn a crimson shade of red. Phil notices and giggles again before walking off.

“Dan, how’d it go?” Jami yells as Dan walks back over to her.

“I got Blue Eyes number and a kiss.” He smiles bigger than he ever has in his life.

Are you awake?

Paring: Loki x reader 

Warnings: sad Loki, angst, fluff

Summary: you help Loki when his feelings and thoughts take over him. 

Note: English is not my native language, so if there are any mistakes, don’t kill me please

Originally posted by divinehiddles

You were wide-awake, not able to sleep. Too many thoughts ran through your mind, and not the good ones unfortunately. You turned in your bed, only to find Loki lying next to you.

“Loki for god’s sake what are you doing here.” You asked, looking at his relaxed face. He was sleeping, and you let him. It didn’t happen often, him sleeping. You ran a hand through his hair, and realized how surprisingly soft it actually was.

“(Y/N)…” Loki whispered, taking your hand in his. He opened his eyes, looking into yours. Even in darkness, you could see how green his eyes were. You noticed the tears in his eyes, and moved closer to him. You wrapped your free arm around him, and squeezed his hand. He smiled lightly, but it disappeared again.

“I’m sorry…,” he whispered, face buried in your neck. You tightened your grip around him.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” You whispered into his hair. You felt his body shaking against yours, tears running down his face. He let go of your hand and wrapped his arms around you, wanting to be save. You laid a hand on the back of his neck, gently playing with his black hair.

And so you laid there. In silence, holding each other. It was the first time ever Loki had shown the weaker, broken side of himself. Not only to you, but also in general. You were the first to see him like that. And you felt honored. He trusted you with this. He trusted you more than he trusted anyone else.

“Are you awake?” he asked, still shaking a little.

“Yes.” You answered. He pulled away, looking into your eyes, trying to fake a smile. of course you saw through it.

“I-I want you to know that, I’m grateful that you, you-“

“I will always be here for you” you interrupted him. He smiled, a real smile, and you couldn’t help but join him. He pulled you close to him, your head resting on his bare, strong chest. You felt his breathing, his heartbeat. He was with you. You were his, and he was yours. And you loved it.

“I love you (Y/N).” he whispered into the air, thinking you were asleep. “I love you so much. I just, I’m sorry that I’m such a mess. Thank you for being here, darling. I, I really appreciate it. I love you (Y/N).” tears filled your eyes, and you tried to keep quiet, failing.

“I love you too Loki.”


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Perierat et Inventus est (4)

Bucky x Steve x OC

A/B/O AU

Notes: angst, fluff, smut, violence, torture/conditioning, dubious medical procedures.

A/N: Explanations, history and Stucky smut. 

Originally posted by sssmcdlove

10 years ago, Nevada Hydra Omega testing facility

“How is my beautiful girl doing?”

“Very well, doctor Zola. Project Javen is almost ready”

“Good. Proceed with caution. We don’t have much cells left, this one has to work” Zola’s thick accent fills the observation room. He’s looking at the cilinder tank, filled with a thick green substance, wires connecting to a seemingly invisible target.

It’s an organism. An organism built from a few cells, growing before their eyes.

Keep reading

  “Dean,” you whispered. He looked up at you from the lore book in front of him, his green eyes boring into yours.

  “What’s up sweetheart?” he asked, reaching for his glass of whiskey on the table. You watched him swirl the amber liquid in his glass before downing the rest, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed. 

  “Can we take a break?” you inquired. Your eyes were tired, your were starving and you had the worse headache from reading for the last five hours. You wanted nothing more than to eat a good juicy burger and to curl up on the couch watching Dean’s favourite western. Who cared about research?

  “What kind of break are we talking?” he winked, implying just that. You shook your head and for the first time a smile rose on your lips.

  “Food, and maybe a movie?” you grinned.

  “You want me to make you dinner and then cuddle with me afterwards?” He smirked and you shook your head. You wanted nothing more than to be in his arms.

  “I need a hug, Dean,” you frowned, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. 

  “Do you now?” he raised his eye brow. “You want to feel my arms wrapped around you, holding you to my body nice and snuggly?” You nodded your head. You felt kind of stupid. You were a badass hunter who could knock anything on the ground with ease and here you were practically seconds away from begging  him to put his arms around you. You looked down on the table, slightly ashamed of yourself right now. “Sweetheart?” You looked up to see Dean standing next to you, a small smile on his lips as he held his hand out for you to take.

  The second your hand touched his, he pulled you up to a stand position before immediately wrapping his strong arms around you. You practically melted into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You could smell the strong scent of his cologne, mixed with gunpowder and his leather jacket. He smelled like home.

  “Sometimes I need a hug too,” he assured you, kissing the top of your head.

when your fave is problematic:

• scott hoying
— he can sing these crazy riffs
— his jawline omfg
— he’s actually a 6'3 ft five year old child
— an actual, real life noodle

• kirstie maldonado
— she literally looks good in every single hair color/style
— she’s an angel
— she’s the sweetest and cutest human being to ever grace planet earth
— an actual, real life disney princess

• mitch grassi
— he is a pure diva
— his high-notes and just his singing voice in general omfg
— his spunky, sassy attitude
— an actual, real life queen/boy princess

• avi kaplan
— his mesmerizing green eyes
— his deep, low voice (the type that makes the girls want to bear his child and turn all the boys gay)
— he is genuine and sensitive
— an actual, real life dork and bbq-loving dragon

• kevin olusola
— he’s the most intelligent human being ever (speaks fluent mandarin, went to yale, and he can beatbox like it’s nobody’s business)
— his contagious laughs
— he’s swole
— an actual, real life perfect human being

Statement of Fact

Summary: Selene says it like it is. Gladion is flustered. Hau is a fanboy of a pretty actress and Lillie ships it.

Relationships: Gladion x PC, the Alolan Quartet, Hau is a fanboy.

Notes: Slightly AU. But not enough to matter.


It said a lot for the genes Lusamine had passed down to her children, Selene thought as she stared blatantly at Gladion over the food-laden table the four of them were sitting at, going over every aspect of his face like her ability was Keen Eye. It wasn’t anyone who could pull off being a punky edgelord and still have the face of an angel. Even during the times when he lived in a motel room and worked as a mercenary for Team Skull, not getting proper nutrition and under a lot of stress, Gladion had looked good.

Now, more relaxed, happier and well-fed, he was radiant. In addition to his fine-featured face - with the high cheekbones and the perfect nose and grass-green eyes shaped sharply - he had a leisurely air, like he could afford to chill. The vanished tenseness made him look both his age and a lot more approachable. 

If he smiled more, Selene thought idly, it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to think that he’d get cast as a model or an actor, maybe even an idol right off the streets by any castor with halfway decent vision. 

Actually, come to think of it, that was a likely possibility even if he didn’t smile. Wasn’t the bad boy concept getting popular?

He noticed. “Why are you staring at me,” he said flatly, losing his smile. He’d gotten happier, but someone staring intently with lasers practically shooting out of their eyes would make anyone uncomfortable and wary.

“Did you know you’re really good-looking,” she replied. Like him, it wasn’t exactly a question, more a statement of fact.

Hau choked on his malasada, and Lillie dropped her fork. Both of them gawped.

Gladion stared at her with disbelief, like she had suddenly morphed into an Ultra Beast before his eyes.

What, was the fact that he was good looking new to him? Did he not look in a mirror or something? Well, if he wasn’t fully aware of how good-looking he was, she’d have to let him know.

Selene continued talking. “Have you considered a career as a model? Or an actor? I heard that celebrities who are also really great battlers are all the rage now. Like that actress, Rosa something or another.”

Hau, being Hau, was the first to recover. It might have just been the mention of his favorite actress, however. “Oh I love Rosa! She was so epic in the Full Metal Cop series! Did you know she and her Pokémon do their own stunts? Did you know a fourth movie is coming out?!”

“You could do live-action really well, too,” Selene continued on, ignoring Hau when he went into his Praise-Rosa fanboy form. “You’re already pretty edgy, so …”

A tiny giggle escaped from Lillie. Gladion shot a betrayed look at his sister, who immediately tried to wipe the amused expression off her face. Key word being ‘tried’.

“I mean,” Selene continued on, getting really passionately into it. “It’s practically your civic duty to make your face widely known. It would be a crime to keep the rest of the world from your handsome looks. Seriously, think about it, Gladion.”

He sputtered, and then abruptly got up from his seat. The force he shot up with nearly knocked the chair over.

“I’m going to go pay,” he said in a strained voice, and began speed-walking towards the counter.

“Hey, we already paid!” Hau called.

At the friendly reminder, Gladion changed his directions and marched out of the café.

He wasn’t gone quickly enough for Selene to have missed the sight of the reddened ear peeking out from between pale golden hair, however.

Bonus

“You know he likes you,” Lillie chided once Hau was out of earshot. She’d deliberately sent him away, asking him to keep an eye on his brother, and he had agreed to do so cheerfully. “Don’t tease him too badly.”

Selene finished her dessert. “I promise I’m not playing with him,” she told Lillie solemnly. She was serious this time, not the faux-solemn she’d been when teasing Gladion.

“I know,” Lillie replied. Her friend wasn’t the type to play with hearts.

She put down her fork and sighed. “Do you think that was too much?” she asked, looking uncharacteristically uncertain.

Lillie stifled a laugh at just how much Selene looked like a sad Rockruff, drooping its ears and tail in fear of losing affection. “Probably not,” Lillie said. “He doesn’t hold grudges.”

He wouldn’t against Selene, anyways. Of that Lillie was sure of.

And speaking of things she was sure of . . . .

“Why not just be the first to confess yourself?” she asked. Selene was certainly bold enough to do so. If there was something she wanted, she didn’t wait around shyly silently wishing it would miraculously fall into her lap one day. She reached out and snatched it up.

Not to call her brother an ‘it’, but why not do the same with him?

Selene sighed again, this time in exasperation. “He’s only just gotten to accepting me as a rival,” she reminded Lillie. “If he won’t even admit that we’re at the friend level, how am I supposed to ask him out?”

Her friend had a point. Lillie had a duty to stand by her brother’s side … but just this once she’d go with Selene instead.

Besides, supporting Selene would probably end up making both of them happier a lot faster.