his eyes are so pretty??? he’s got long eyelashes and they’re just… so damn pretty…. wtf
he’s just so pretty and he looks like a tiny, angrier version of his mom and that’s adorable
his adorable baby sideburns
his BUFF ASS ARMS
how fucking creative he is with his powers?? like?? he’s so good at controlling his explosions and coming up with super creative ways to use them???
his adorable little cocky smirks
his “i give no fucks except actually i do but i will never fucking admit to it so shut your fucking mouth before i blow your ass up” attitude
how he’s an angry crier and super emotional
how he’s actually pretty chill too??? when he’s not pissed off????
how he shows kindness by being an aggressive, angry little shit
how he’s a little shit in general
mr. “only time he smiles is when Deku gets punched in the nuts”
and then he calls the kid cute
how he doesn’t wear socks
his dumbass baggy pants. child. child pull up your pants. please.
how he shows off his teeth when he’s in battle as if he’s trying to intimidate his opponents by showing his teeth like animals do
how tiny he looks with sleeves on but then he looks fucking hUGE in tank tops
his dumbass adorable little description for his hero outfit (including KILL WITH MY KNEES and SOMETHING AWESOME!!!)
also his shitty little doodles of himself and the how he actually kinda sucks at art when he’s so good at everything else
how he’s SUPER SMART but doesn’t know how to friend
HOW HE’S 3RD IN THE CLASS he’s mr. blasty angry guy but BOY DON’T LET THAT FOOL YOU BOY IS SMART AS FUCK
“how does one show concern? oh, i know, by telling them WATCH YOUR DAMN SELF”
how he admires All Might so much and wants to be just like him and has built his entire view of heroes on the person he admires the most b/c in the end he’s still just a kid and still has those pure, child-like admiration and goals ten years later and nothing is going to stop him from reaching those goals
(which sometimes isn’t healthy or good but. still. he’s working on it)
how he comes up with dumbass nicknames for people he doesn’t care about b/c he’s too lazy to remember their names unless they catch his attention and earn his respect
how he’s slowly growing as a person and how he’s giving out advice to his classmates and doing it willingly and helping when they feel down and he’s slowly making friends even without really knowing how but the rest of the class is noticing that he’s not just an angry little rage machine but he’s slowly getting better and trying and they’re getting inspired by him
I’m getting more and more into reality-bending horror and just weird horror in general, and of course what better way to try these things out than drawing @therealjacksepticeye and Anti with them in mind. And this is a side of Anti’s alter-ego-ness that I feel like is underrepresented: the fact that he’s not supposed to be there. We are really welcoming of him as a character, but with time he’s started to feel right, yknow? I wanna break out of that a bit. So here that comes.
Pairing: Jimin x Reader Genre: witch!au (sort of based on the secret circle), smut, comedy, slight angst Warnings: dom-ish!jimin, magical sex rituals (so slight blood play, breath play, temperature play), rough sex, cumplay Word Count: 10k+ Summary: Theonly reason you agreed to do this magical ritual with Park Jimin’s Circle was for the sake of your own Circle - to strengthen your individual magic. Yes, that means you’ll have to fuck him, but no, you weren’t happy about it because you hate Park Jimin. Once again, you were only doing this for your Circle.
They couldn’t even go outside to play in the sparkling white snow
After through planning and it freezing to death all the losers are in the safety of Bill’s house
They’re fighting over what movie to watch when Bev dumps out her backpack that was filled with makeup and I mean filled
The boys have never seen so much makeup and just gape at the sight
Bev declares that she’s gonna do each boys makeup
They protest so loudly and almost hysterically
But in the end they couldn’t say to no to Bev I mean how could they
So with some pop music (nkotb) playing in the background Bev gets started
Ben is first why because Bev has always wanted him in makeup
She sets aside neutral colors like olive, grey, muted blue, champagne and a few other colors for Ben
She gives him olive eyeshadow with touches of neutral blue, it’s subtle enough that it doesn’t make him look awkward but enough to bring out his eyes with brown eyeliner
She uses champagne powder to cover up any red spots and blends them into his skin and lastly she applies some nude lipstick
Ben looks freakin gorgeous omg were the losers in awe
Next was Bill, for Bill she mostly used light colors like pale pink, coral, light purple, and a little lavender
Lavender and light purple was his eyeshadow with a little brown eyeliner to accent his eyes
Pale pink blush and soft tan to to hide and blemishes
She gives him coral lipstick as a finishing touch and Stan almost faints but how attractive and beautiful Bill is like Stan just can’t cope
For Richie, Bev gives him a punk rock look I mean it’s not like they’ve discussed this before oh no definitely not
She applies deep purple eyeshadow with thick black eyeliner cateye style
His blush is a dark brownish and his lips are coated in black lipstick
Richie flips and he is so excited I mean he looks so badass and Eddie can’t stop staring at him with utter fascination
Stan gets all nude colors and boy does he look good
She gives him light pink blush to bring out the natural beauty Stan already has I mean this boy doesn’t need makeup he’s so gorgeous without it and Bill just keeps stuttering
Mike gets all the bold colors and I mean bold. Bev uses bright orange eyeshadow and he just looks stunning, she adds highlights to his face to bring out his features and man it does lastly she gives him sunshine yellow lipstick and Mike is practically glowing that’s how stunning he looked with the bold colors on his dark skin
Eddie gets all the glitter and sparkles
His eyeshadow is a glittering pink that makes his soft eyes shine, he gets the lightest powder and then sparkle blush that make his cheeks look so pretty and then Bev gives him cotton candy glitter lipgloss
Richie just starts crying because Eddie looks like a god he’s just so beautiful
The boys decide to collaborate and do Bev’s makeup instead of her usual look they use soft colors
It takes them many tries but they give her sky blue eyeshadow and pale green eyeliner
Light champagne powder and pink blush they also give her the glitter lipgloss she gave Eddie and she looks like a goddess as well
Ms. Denbrough takes a couple Polaroid shots of the group and each loser gets a copy
description:It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.
The icy breeze whipped across
your face as you started your approach towards the building. The speed of your heart was increasing with every step,
your legs began to weigh you down like lead, and your breathing became harsh
and ragged. Nerves were infecting your body, intensifying as you finally reached the automatic doors. You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath before
finally stepping forward. The doors opened for you, and the bustling Busan train
station was revealed.
Noises echoed in every direction, you watched as people
quickly rushed towards their trains, and you suddenly figured that you should do
the same. You shook away your wonder as you started to go through bag check, but
your eyes still managed to drift around the building that you remembered all too well.
It was quieter back then, or maybe it wasn’t. You might’ve
just been so numbed by all of the pain you were feeling that you couldn’t sense
anything else. Your eyes glided across the path that had been etched into your
mind for the past year and a half.
“I know it doesn’t
seem like it, but I love you so much. I really fucking do.”
“This one is coffee-flavoured milk,” the waiter said, presenting the little bottle in one hand. The white label read in a light brown font: COFFEE.
“Isn’t that just coffee with milk?” I asked.
“No, no, it’s coffee-flavoured milk,” the waiter shook his head and smiled. “There’s many more flavours, if you would like to have a look. We haven’t prepared a menu yet, so you’ll have to have a look yourself.”
It was a new place. I’d spotted it while on one of my midnight walks. There used to be a hardware shop here, but then it got shut down for a few months, and this restaurant popped up in its place. “A Dairy Situation”, the sign outside said, along with a cheap graphic of a Holstein Friesian cow.
I stepped towards the refrigerator and squatted to get a good look. The waiter was right, there was quite the variety. You had the usual varieties: cocoa, strawberry, mango, orange, vanilla, pistachio, cardamom, saffron and even some strange ones like chilli, chicken, beef, wasabi, and so on.
“You make these here?” I asked.
“Right there in the back, ma'am,” the waiter nodded, and pulled out a passionfruit flavour bottle. “This is the newest one,” he said.
“I’ll have it,” I took the bottle from his hands and put it to my lips. Before I could down it, the waiter said—almost yelled—at me to stop. I asked him what’s wrong.
“There is something very important you need to know,” he nodded, “As soon as you drink it, you will return to when you were a baby. Your life, as you have lived it until now, will disappear, never to return. You will be a baby again, but the circumstances of your life will change in minute ways, culminating in a butterfly effect.”
I looked at the bottle in my hands and at the waiter.
“I’ve been here before,” I said.
“Several times,” he said, and then waved at the refrigerator. “These many times, to be exact.”
“And I’ve tried a new flavour each time?” I asked.
I contemplated the flavoured milk. “And every single time, I’ve ended up here,” I said.
“Oh, we have branches in many cities,” the waiter smiled again, but it wasn’t the same humble smile as before. Now it was a knowing smile.
I nodded. Then I flung the bottle against the glass door. The glass of the bottle shattered, and the pale yellow milk splattered across the door. I opened the refrigerator and started chucking each of the bottles at the door. The waiter watched without expression as the door was covered in different flavours of milk.
At the end, there was one flavour left. It was plain milk, without a label. Just white.
“That one’s not ready, ma'am,” the waiter said.
I opened the bottle and chugged it down. Once the bottle was empty, I slammed it on the table and wiped my mouth with the back of my wrist.
“What was this going to be?” I asked.
The waiter’s mouth opened and closed as he answered my question with a smile. Even as he spoke his words, I felt them slipping away from my mind. My vision faded, and soon, all I could hear was the sound of my own crying, and the warmth of my mother’s breast.
the prompt: no one thought the obvious hufflepuff jimin would be sorted into slytherin. because of this, many people turned their back on him out of fear. you, a ravenclaw, aren’t afraid of him. in fact, you’re only annoyed by him. but what if the slytherin is only annoying because he doesn’t know how to portray his true feelings?
author note: I’ve been writing this one on and off ever since namjoon sorted the members at that fansign and i finally finished it!! pls enjoy!
Okay, so here’s a thought I’ve had playing in my mind for some time now.. and I’d love to share it with you.
It’s a beautiful Sunday morning. A light breeze is swinging the trees and the angelic sound of the birds’ singing is in the air. The sun has painted your bedroom walls light orange and the bright ray is shining in your eyes, as you look down at Harry, who has his face nuzzled against your wet core.
Harry wraps his lips around your clit, making you moan softly as he suckles on the sensitive nubbin. You gently tug at his scalp and push him more against you, making him whimper against you as he grinds his cock against the silky bed sheets. Harry’s hands are around your legs and they roam up your front to your chest to grab your breasts, squeezing and massaging them, the coldness of his metal rings sending shivers down your spine.
Harry grinds himself against that wet spot on the bed, where he’s been leaking pre-cum, teasing himself, because he doesn’t want to cum before you do. He’s is so sensitive, the cherry red tip of his cock matches his lips and he shudders for a small moment when a crease in the sheets traces down his slit, making his eyes roll back and his mouth fall open, a grunt leaving his lips.
He licks you up and down hastily, his eyes clamped shut and he’s panting. He’s so close, but can’t cum, not before you do. You brush your fingers through his curls and tuck them behind his ear away from his face. You stroke the pad of your thumb over his soft cheeks and smile down at him when he looks up at you, his lashes fluttering, trying to keep his dark green eyes open.
“You like that? Huh? Does it feel good?” you coo at Harry and he just nods and whimpers again as an answer. “Mh-mhm, ah fuck.” he can feel the burning tension in his tummy grow, and his toes curl up against the bed. Harry’s breathing picks up and his grinds get deeper and quicker. His back has a pretty orange coat on, all the way down to his ass, his skin looks so smooth and soft and you can’t wait that moment when Harry’s body is on top of yours, and he’s trying to even out his breathing, his faze nuzzled in your hair as you run your hands down his back and grab his soft shaky hips.
Summary: You’ve no idea how to look after fish, and after coming under the unexpected ownership of some, you need some help - and the help is cute as hell. Scenario: fluff, petstore!AU Word Count: 5,168
When Virgil came to, he was lying on his back on the couch, and the others were leaning over him, peering down at him anxiously.
He stiffened, startled, and in the scant seconds before memory returned, half a dozen panicked thoughts raced through his head: what do they want what did I do why are they here what’s wrong what’s wrong what’s happening what’s wrong?
Then it came back in a mortifying rush, and he realized what had happened: he’d fainted. He’d actually fucking fainted. Right after–right after admitting–
“Oh, God,” Virgil groaned, bringing his hands up to cover his face.
“Virgil. You’re awake,” Logan said, and there was no mistaking the relief in his voice.
A/N: I’m 100% blaming @minhosmeanhoe and @sarcasticallystilinski for this. Together, although unknowingly, the polluted my mind with dirty Dylan thoughts that forced me to write this in like an hour and a half. It’s sickeningly short, but it’s to the point. Also, I want to thank both of these lovely ladies for always being there to fill my mind with fantastic ideas. This did come about because of the new pics of Dylan that have recently surfaced. You can see them here. The song that goes along with this fic is “Dance Like We’re Making Love” by Ciara. Posting twice in one day is a rarity for me but I had to. i’ve also used this gif wayyyy too many times.