he still looks fine

cole sprouse really out here serving LOOKS 

first we got the young james potter 

next is pride and predjudice lookin headass 

lastly we got the beauty and the beast “no one gets those beauts like gaston” look

damn younger me was rooting for the wrong sprouse 

steve will apparently fight nazis & 117 countries on my behalf but when he saw a group of screaming fangirls coming at us this morning he yelled ‘every man for himself!!!’ and started running

jung yunho; enlisted 7. 21. 2015 - 4. 20. 2017
   ↳ congratulations on finishing your service! thank you for the monthly pictures and frequent performances; you’ve made us all very proud with your achievements. 

a little like writing or loving

for nursey week, day 2: “surprise or simplicity.”

“If that pen explodes in your mouth,” Dex says from the bathroom doorway, “I am not gonna feel bad for you.”

Derek startles–and does drop the pen out of his mouth–and looks up. “What?”

Dex cocks a brow at him, flicking off the bathroom light and flopping down on the hotel bed next to Derek’s. “You’ve had two pens explode in your mouth from chewing on them like that,” he says. His red hair is wet, tousled from where he must’ve run his hands through it after his shower, and he rolls onto his stomach, propping himself on his elbows to look at Derek. “What’re you glaring at, anyway?”

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Good knight to you

Playing dnd 5e with a new group from work.

Paladin gets charmed and kissed to 3 max hp by a succubus then fails the wis save to realize what happened.
The party Druid hears us and comes over scaring off the succubus.
The paladin walks back to the party who look very worried about how pale and sickly he is looking.
Paladin, still under effect of the charm says “I’m fine, just feeling a lil weak, just got kissed by the prettiest girl!!” Proceeds to high five the fighter, who says “ oh shit dude she must be into you, you gotta find her.
Paladin responds “hell yeah dude, I’m a good knight who is just looking for a good night”

Our Booth ~ Jughead Jones

Okay, I have quickly become extremely obsessed with Riverdale, and mainly Jughead! I love the new twist on the character, and I absolutely love the way that Cole Sprouse portrays him, so I needed to write something for him.


   You had just moved back to Riverdale after three years of being away. You were excited to see all your old friends again and to see what they were like now; especially your old best friend, Jughead Jones. You had both been pretty devastated when your mom told you that she had gotten a job that required you to move. You two had kept in touch for almost two years after that, but it faded to a couple text messages here and there, until the two of you just completely stopped. For the last two years you hadn’t seen or heard anything from your absolute best friend in the entire world.

   Your mom had sent you to pick up your takeout at the local diner and your personal favourite place to eat; Pop’s.  Jughead and you used to come here all the time, every friday night you would sit at the same table and just talk about life, that booth was your happy place. Walking in, Pop comes from behind the counter to greet you.

“(Y/N), I didn’t know that you were back in town, how are your parents?” He asks.

“They’re great, they actually sent me to pick up our food. You know that none of us can resist your burgers” you smile at him.

“Well, I will get that ready for you, it’ll take a minute so, make yourself comfortable.”

“Thank you Pop”

    You look around the room and notice that the place is completely empty except one person; you didn’t expect anything different at this time on a Friday night. The boy looked to be about your age with black hair covered by a beanie, he was typing away furiously on his laptop.

    Damn, he is attractive!

   He also happened to be sitting in your favourite booth. You decide to go talk to him, maybe you’ll have a friend before you start school in a couple days.

   Standing next to the table, you greet him, “Hello, would you mind if I sat?”

“Why?” He asks, not looking up from his laptop.

“I don’t know, maybe so we can have a conversation? Doesn’t seem like you’ve got a line up of people wanting to talk to you.” I sassed.

“Fine, whatever” he agrees, not looking at you still.

“Thank you” I reply politely, sitting down across from him, “I’m starting to understand why people aren’t fighting to be your bestie.”

“I really don’t care if people like me, I’m fine on my own.” He rolls his eyes at you.

“Wow, you’re really hot, shame about the personality though” you snark

“Well, I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you” he tells you sarcastically.

“Whatever. What are you writing?” You ask, pointing to his laptop.

“A novel” he answers.


“What happened here this summer, the murder of Jason Blossom” he says flatly.

“Interestic topic” you try.

“Order for (L/N)” Pop says, bringing the bag of food to the table and placing it in front of you, “ It’s good to see you two back together again, and in your booth too. You know (Y/N), Jughead never sits at a different table, even in all the time that you were gone.”

   Pop smiles at the two of you before making his way back behind the counter.

“(Y/N) (L/N), is it really you?” Beanie boy asks you, losing the grumpy attitude instantly, closing his laptop he just stares at you wide eyed.

   He searched your face like he was trying to memorize it. he had a look of pure joy on his face and you assumed that you had the same look. You had missed him so much, and now he was right here in front of you again, you were overjoyed to have your best friend back.

“The one and only” you answer happily, “ you look different Jug.”

“So do you” he answers with a grin, “I didn’t even recognize you.”

“Did you really always sit here?” You question.

“Every Friday, six O'clock on the dot” He answers, “I guess I just hoped that one day you’d come back through those doors and everything would go back to the way it used to be; you and me against the world.”

“That is the sweetest thing I have ever heard Jug” you say, causing a blush to appear on his cheeks, “I guess your wish finally came true.”

“I guess it has” he smiles, “come on, let me walk you home, I haven’t seen your parents in ages.”

The two of you stand and he packs up his bag, before throwing the strap over his shoulder.

“They have definitely missed you” you beam, “but, not as much as I have.”

“Good to know (Y/N), cause I have missed you to” He says, pulling you in for a tight hug.

  You stand there for a minute, just hugging, trying to make up for the years without eachother. His head rests on top of yours, while yours is laid on his chest.

“Damn, you got tall Jughead.” You laugh from your place in his arms.

“I like it, I’m the perfect height to rest my head on yours” you don’t have to see his face to know that he is smiling.

“You’re such a dork.” You laugh.

“I know, I got that from so many years of hanging out with you” He jokes as the two of you pull away from the hug. He grabs one of your hands in his, intertwining your fingers as he grabs the bag of food with his other hand.

   You pay for your food and exit through the front door of Pop’s into the chilly September weather, walking together down the sidewalk, hands clasped together tightly.

“Now, what’s this about me being hot?” Jughead teases you lovingly.

“Shut up.”


Jaebum for The Bling Magazine


I’m Here

Characters: Jim Kirk x Reader

Summary: @yourtropegirl asked for smut with the blue survival jacket, and i was happy to oblige.  Set during Beyond, Jim gets back from his fight with Krall to find you, his girlfriend (also a crew member on the enterprise), safe and sound. sexy times ensue after you decide to peel the jacket off of him ;)

A/N: wow this one got a tad angsty…it was just supposed to be smut. but you get angsty smuff.  also, this perfectly lined up with Jim’s birthday in the movie, so yay! birthday angsmuff! (why do i have to make everything an emotional crisis?)

Warnings: nsfw, smut, unprotected sex, a smaaaaall captain kink. maybe.

Words: 2290

tags: @daybreak96 @feelmyroarrrr @sistasarah-sallysaidso @jimtkirkisabitch @outside-the-government

(also i just realized the zipper is a little starfleet logo HOW CUTE)

You didn’t remember how long you’d been here, pacing in the lobby of the hotel that Starfleet had put you and the rest of the crew of the Enterprise in. You were still in your dirty and torn uniform, still covered in a thin layer of dirt, still incredibly sore and in need of a bath.  But you couldn’t relax until you knew if Jim was okay.  After the Franklin had crashed on Yorktown, you and the rest of the crew had been rushed out of the wreckage and put through a debriefing before being transported straight to this hotel.  You hadn’t even had a chance to see Jim before he was gone, chasing after Krall.  

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anonymous asked:

have u and actualyuuri/braveten ever thought about writing fanfic of each other's fanfics (i totally didnt send this exact same ask to them)

based on @actualyuuri​‘s all the world’s a stage

Victor has a really weird rivalry with Ryan Gosling. It’s a rivalry that exists only in his head. 

“Ha! Look. He looks atrocious,” Victor says.  

“This again?” Yuuri sighs. Still, he peers down the red carpet. “Ryan looks fine to me.” 

Victor’s shaking his head. “No, no. Look.” He points. “The pants. They’re too long.” He grins brilliantly. “My pants, on the other hand, are the perfect length. Surely, one of the fashion magazines will acknowledge my perfectly tailored suit. Maybe GQ, or Vanity Fair, or maybe even HMC.” 

Yuuri quickly snatches his finger and yanks it down. “Victor, it’s rude to point.” 

“None of them have acknowledged my perfect suit yet,” Victor says later. He does not care that his category is about to be announced. There’s a camera man at their table, lens trained on him to watch out for any reactions. 

“Victor,” Yuuri nudges him. 

Victor ignores him, flashes his phone screen at their table. “Look! Not a single tweet about my suit.” Hugh Jackman smiles at him politely. Seth Rogen’s onstage, cracking jokes. Victor is not in the mood for jokes right now.

The complaints run throughout the whole night. Yuuri’s going to lose his mind. 

He takes matters into his own hands. 

“You’re the best,” Victor tells him later, smothering his face with kisses.

“Victor, you won Best Actor. And you’re… shouldn’t you be happy about Best Actor?” Yuuri asks, stunned. He settles his hands on Victor’s waist, steadies him. 

“Who cares about Best Actor? I just won Best Tux Worn by Victor Nikiforov.” Victor arches an eyebrow. “Does Ryan Gosling have a Best Tux Worn by Ryan Gosling?” 

“No, I don’t believe he does,” Yuuri replies dryly. 

“I gotta tell Georgi, this is his award, too,” Victor says excitedly. Yuuri sighs, moves to pull him closer but Victor covers his hands and stills them. Shoots him a look. “Yuuri, you’ll wrinkle the suit.” 

Whooo wee I haven’t done paper art in a WHILE. But! I got a new knife and paper so I made the lovely boi Kurapika


just some Cool Kids,

my BD art folder is telling me that i made more than 100 drawings for this blog so let’s celebrate !!! and also thanks so much for following even if i haven’t been very active lately~

anonymous asked:

Romantic sex in bath with Jeonghan (He's treating you like princess) I'd love to read that <3

welp because of the romantic aspect this turned out long with a lot of fluff in the beginning… hope you like it ♥

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The closer a certain date had come, the more excited about it Jeonghan had become, and the more he wanted to do something about it.

It would be your very first anniversary as an official couple, and it had to be celebrated.

He had gone through countless options regarding what he should do, and after deciding that some were a bit too grande for a first anniversary, he had settled with a few simpler ones he knew you’d still appreciate.

Jeonghan felt his phone vibrate, and his lips curved into a smile when he saw the message from you.

‘I’m on my way now ♥’

After he had replied it, Jeonghan went to the mirror in his bedroom, where he still made sure he looked fine. He was wearing a white button-down tucked into a pair of black jeans that were on the tighter side, and his hair was neatly done, so he decided there was nothing to fix.

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fuckboiii ! BAM BAM

-fucking triggers everyone

-thinks he has everyone wrapped around his pinky

- would read a texts and then text the person back two weeks later

- shows off his abs ALL THE TIME

-thinks he’s the best @ everything when he looks like a little piece of shit 


-would play with girl’s emotions


-knows all the fuckboii dance moves


- best friends with Yoongi

- Hates Jackson and Jaebum

- he’s best friend with his gym teacher

- but has beef with his english teacher

- dick in pussic


- says “gang shit gang shit” a lot

- he would come to school with a cut up lip and bruises on his face and body


- is aesthetic pleasing

- he usually starts fites


- also he loves grill cheese

- like he would marry some

-he’s lowkey a boss of his school room

-turns into some tokyo ghoul shit when he fighting

- like he has this mask with blood and little hooks on them 

- loves scary movies

- hates chick flicks 

- has a new pair of fuckboii shoes the everyday 

- is a cocky shit

- poses at times cause he knows girls be taking pictures

- makes shitty muscal.ys

- “ hold up, i gotta makes a musical.y of that song”

-he a sc freak

- snapchats everything and i mean everything

- taking a shit

- sleeping 

- eating

- fighting 

- dancing

- breathing 

- blinking

- started a youtube on being “hot” 

- had a lot OF SUBS

- that’s how he came across your page

- stalked the fuck out of your intagram 

- likes one of your pictures from 1941389035 weeks ago

- you did the same


- jokes and light flirting


-lol Nah son 


- you two would make videos together

- your fan shipping you two 


- you would bring up his ugly ass musical.ys all the time to embarrass him

- he would call you just to fight you 

- you would call him bamba when you want something

- you would call him tree legs when you mad at him

- a year went by

- bambam  in love ya with your cute ass

- he would call you all the time

- “kiss me through the phone baby “

- “Ew”

- you two facetiming everywhere

- in the bathroom

- in the hospital

- at school

- you two slapping each other

- you two basically own each other

- like he gets mad jealous when you talk about your friend namjoon

- or any male 

- you coming to korean to kick it with him when it was his birthday

- you meeting his best friend

- “ oh you’re the chick that bam-”

- you two went drinking and shit

- got hella drunk 

- saw a side you’ve never seen in your life

- he was hella cute yet annoying

- he took you to the beach

- you two drank, listen to songs on soundcloud 

- you two would be wrapped int each other’s body for heat cause of the rash weather 

- you turned your head ans gave him the smile he fell so deeply in love with and said

-” happy birthday bamba”

- he grabbed into your chin and gave you a deep, passion kiss 

-” you know you’re my baby”

- you dashi run run

- you leave the dam country

- bambam crying 

- more crying like a bitch

- deletes his musical.y

-  you not calling him for like 2 weeks

- stalks your social media 

- bambam couldnt take it

- flies all the way TO YOUR COUNTRY


- he had tears slipping from his eyes, letting them trickle down his puffy cheeks and slide right off his chin. his dusty bags feel from his hands, letting them fall with aloud thump, as he bangs his knocks shakily. losing hope in what was he was doing. Yet his surprise he found you, there, wearing your favorite hello kitty pj and your beautiful hair was a mess as usual.

- “ bambam what are-”

-bamba fell onto his knees as let himself break. He let his throat break out into loud screams of relief. he let his tears flow become heavier. He let himself become a mess in front you because he knew he could.

- he looked up at you before saying

- “ i know we’ve been friends for over a year now but the first time i met you i knew i didnt want to become your friend. The moment i saw the light in your eyes, i was under a spell and i found myself finding everything about you so lovable and i was scared. I was so fucking scared, i was scared you were going to notice one day how fucked up i am. I was scared that you were going to get sick of me and leave me. I was scared that you were going to disappear into thin air. I was scared that i-”

- you grabbed onto his chin and gave him a kiss 

-” i love you so shut up”


-going on dates everyday

- different places every time

- he would make you call him sugar daddi when he buys you everysyhhh

- you making jokes about his abs and calling them little ants cause they so small you cant see them

-kissing everywhere

- in the shower

- while taking shits

- at school

- at the mall

- while drinking soap

- the guys hating your relationship cause it so fluffy

- he would punch you in the face when he sleeps

- you two would share jeans CAUSE HE FITS THEM SOME HOW

-you stalking all his clothes cause they better than yours

-eating his food

- he would make meme and ugly videos and post them on your youtube 

- you two become this aesthetic looking couple AND EVERYONE LOVES IT

-you two become models


- love this love that

- Bambam is just a puppy in love

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Delicate Giant - Andre Burakovsky

Requested: Yes

@brooke5bb :Hey! Loved your first one!! If you need more requests could you write another zach werenski one where he teases you because your short but in reality you could probably kick his ass;) thanks! If you don’t want to you don’t have to tho!

Author: Sorry, but I changed it to Andre Burakovsky because of how the playoffs went and when I wrote it I totally noticed that he didn’t really tease the reader…. So sorry and I hope you like it. Promise that I’ll do better next time and it won’t be so long of a wait. Oh, and if I got any of the Swedish words wrong please let me know. Thanks.

Word Count: 1,207

Warnings: Penis’ getting hurt and mentions of sex.

Originally posted by thornescratch


Andre was always worried about you because of your short stature. He was scared that at one of his games, someone would try and mess with you because you’re his girlfriend. And seeing as you were about 5 foot tall, they might think that they could get away with it.

However, since you were a preteen you took self defense lessons because your dad wanted you to learn how to protect yourself. You ended up loving it, actually because you didn’t like the thought of being a damsel in distress.

Andre didn’t know that, so when he offered to give you some ‘pointers’ you were totally against. But with one smile on his sweet face, you turned into a puddle of mush. And that’s how the both of you ended up in the living with a safely mat on the floor with workout clothes on. “Just try and fight at me.” He said while patting his chest.

“Andre.” You groaned as the brunette continued to smile.

“Y/n.” He mocked showing off his gorgeous smile. “I’m doing this because I care about you and I don’t want you to get hurt. Now,” the brunette grabbed your hands and put them in the traditional fighting stance. “Try and hit me.” You looked at his face and you kinda felt bad because he was so sweet and caring and you were getting ready to totally kick his ass.

“You sure.” Your head tilted as you watched him nod his while still having that smile on his face. “Okay.” You sighed before Andre acted like he was going to hit you but you blocked it with your left forearm and punched him in the abdomen but while he groaned in pain, your left leg hit the back of your knee making him stagger back. And for your finally attack, you grabbed his shirt and pushed him down on the ground. But you didn’t mean to fall with him and especially with your right knee landing in the place it did.

“Jävel.” You quickly got up and saw the pain written face that belonged to your boyfriend.

“Andre, baby. I’m so sorry.” He curled up in a fetal position. “Do you need anything?”

“Is.” This made you really confused.

“Is what?” Andre cupped his baby maker and mumbled.

“Is means ice in Swedish.”

“Oh,” you nodded your head while still freaking out a little.

“Fast. Please.” His voice was full of pain as his left hand gripped the blue safely mat that was on the hardwood floors.

“Okay, okay.” You mumbled before running in the kitchen hearing his gasps of pains and the groans that followed right after. You opened the black refrigerator and grabbed an ice pack that you two kept in their when there is an emergency like this. You raced back to the living room and plopped down next to your boyfriend who was still in the fetal position. “Move your hands, baby.” It seemed to take all of his strength to listen to you but he did move a little so you could press the ice pack right to his junk. He jumped at the connect making you do the same.

Andre breathed out a little as his hands cupped yours as you both held the pack. “Geez.” He mumbled making you feel even worse.

“I’m sorry, Andre. I should’ve-”

“No.” His eyebrows were still furrowed as he looked at you. “It’s fine.” Andre started to move a little and you were right there helping him. “At least now I know you can handle yourself.” His warm smile started to show a little through the pain with made you feel a bit better.

“I kinda forgot to mention that I took self defense classes as a kid.” Andre looked at you with a, ‘no kidding’.

He finally sat up and you let go of the ice pack because you moved to his side so you could support him with your legs. “So now you tell me.” Your right hand cupped his cheek while letting your thumb circled around a little mole.

Andre leaned into your palm loving the warmth that it gave him. “I’m sorry, my giant.”

He shifted the ice pack a little, letting his brown eyes look back into yours. “It’s okay.” Andre’s voice was so quiet that you wouldn’t have heard it if you weren’t this close to him.

“No,” you kissed his forehead. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?” Your boyfriend'a face was full of confusion as his left hand ran up and down your bare legs, innocently.

A smile was on your face as you leaned closer kissing his lips softly. “How about, I kiss it better.” Your hand dropped from his face to his chest drawing patterns on his shirt.

Andre’s dorky smile appeared making yours brighten even more. “I’d like that, kärlek.” You got on you knees so you move around him to straddle his lap. Your hands cupped his face then you pressed your lips to his.

It didn’t take him long to kiss you back which caused a moan to escape from your throat. Your hands left his face to run in his curly brown locks making him squeeze your thighs as they edged the bottom of your tight athletic shorts.

Your mouth went ajar letting his tongue roam wherever it wanted. Andre’s hands slid up and grabbed the waistband of your shorts when you heard him whimper in pain causing the two of you to pull away rather breathless. “What?” You asked as he steady your hips.

His brown eyes motioned down to his semi hard area. “It still kinda hurts.”

“Oh,” you mumbled as he grabbed the ice pack and put it back on his wound that was right under your where you where straddle.

“Yeah.” The atmosphere got awkward as you removed yourself from him. “So later?” His voice rang through the apartment making you laugh slightly.

“Yeah, baby. Later.” You leaned in and pecked his lips. “But first,” you grabbed his biceps. “Let’s get you on the couch and I’ll grab the pain killers.” It was a struggle trying to get the 6'3 giant to a standing position over your 5 foot stature but you made it work as you help him sit on the grey couch. “Here’s the remote.” You handed him the device that turned the tv on then patted his thigh. “I’ll be right back.”

You tried to walk away but a hand grabbed your wrist stopping you dead in your tracks. “Jag älskar dig.” A smile made its way on your face because you knew those words because Andre has said them to you plenty of times.

“Jag älskar dig med Andre.” This made his pearly white teeth show. You leaned down to kissed him one more time before you got his medicine.

You tried to pull away when he stopped you for the second time tonight. “No, I’m fine.” Your boyfriend whined causing you to laugh. “Stay.” He ended with a kiss to your lips.

You giggled while pulling away from him. “I’ll be back.” Andre sighed with a content smile on his face.

“Okay, my little warrior.” This made you roll your eyes.

“Okay, my delicate giant.”


Jävel - son of a bitch

Is - ice

kärlek - love

Jag älskar dig - I love you

Jag älskar dig med Andre - I love you too, Andre.


Let me know if I got any of the Swedish words wrong. I will not be hurt at all because I got it all from Google Translate. ~Caroline

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