he was so tiny and adorable :')

*Colorblind* Newt x reader

◘ Ly–canthrope

Like I’ve said every other time I have no clue if you’ve done this or not heh BUT I NEED COLOURBLIND READER AND SHE GETS COLOURS MIXED UP ETC ETC AND NEWT HAS TO HELP HER DRESS OR GET A CERTAIN ITEM BUT SHE IS AN INDEPENDENT STRONG WOMAN WHO IS STUBBORN AND REFUSES HELP (except clothes) AND NEWT FINDS IT ADORABLE

Newt laid on the bed, patiently waiting for you to come out of the bathroom so he could see what you had on for the party that evening that Queenie was hosting. It was to celebrate the release of Newt’s book and you wanted to look absolutely perfect seeing as a lot of important people were going to be there.

As you slowly emerged, you did a tiny twirl to show off your new dress and heels. Your H/C hair spun out, landing perfectly against your shoulders as you looked over to your husband, a gleam in your eyes as you awaited his response. 

“How do I look?”

“Absolutely ravishing, love.” Smiling up at you, Newt admired the way your dress hung perfectly around your figure. The pearls around your neck draped over your collar bones and he smiled as you picked up a lipstick tube but paused. 

“Newt? What color red is this?”

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Happy 100 Days

Member: Ong Seongwoo // Wanna One

Genre: Fluff

Plot: Simple date on the rooftop for 100 day anniversary

Word Count: 697

The soft laughter was like music to Seongwoo’s ears as his face relaxed into an easy grin. Her tiny hands covered her lips, although her prominent cheek bones gave away to blossoming smile on her own face. Her free hand gently slapped his upperarm, while here crescent shaped eyes met his.

“I can’t believe you just exposed Daniel like that to me! Does he even know that you’re telling me about how he tried cat food with Rooney and Peter?” Seongwoo adored the way her giggles would punctuate each word in her sentence, and he grabbed her free hand in his own. I’m so lucky to have her. 

Well… We can keep that between the two of us.” She shook her head at her boyfriend’s silly words, before squeezing his hand. She sighed contently, leaning her head to rest on his shoulder. A warm summer breeze drifted past, and Seongwoo tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. She fiddled with the thin leather band around his wrist, matching the one on her own.

“How much more time do we have before you have to go study?” Seongwoo asked, and she hummed a bit as she pondered. He always wanted to hear her sing, but she never would let him. 

“I mean, I could just flunk it and stay here with you.” She snuggled a bit closer to his side, her arm wrapped around his. They were on the library rooftop, a pair of iced coffees forgotten on the other side of the bench as they watched the sun begin to set. Seongwoo slouched a bit, trying his best to adjust to her height.

“Very tempting offer, but I’ll pass. You want to go to law school, don’t you? You promised to press charges on those guys who beat me up! You have to pass this test!” She mumbled something about him nagging more than her parents, before sighing once more. “Happy 100 days, babe.” She sat upright at these words, her eyes meeting his own.

“I thought you had forgotten!” She exclaimed, and he rolled his eyes at her nonsense. 

“How can I forget when you obviously were hinting at this for the longest time?” She smiled meekly, before holding out her hands with a pout.

“Where’s my present, Mr. Ong?” He put his hands in them, a goofy grin on his face. 

“Right here, Mrs. Ong.” She wrinkled her nose, before letting go. She looked off dramatically into the sunset, pretending to be displeased.

“Terrible. Utter trash. Atro-” Her words were abruptly ended with a quick peck, and she blushed as he winked.

“You mean I’m the most lucky guy in the world to have been fortunate enough to meet a girl like you?” 

“Hmm. You seem to have a way with words, Mr. Ong. Maybe I’ll reward you with a song.” He gasped, taken aback at her words. Her, the girl that denied him of a duet everytime they passed by karaoke, singing as a present?

“Y-You’re going to sing for me?” She nodded, determination and embarrassment flickering in her eyes. 

“It’s because I remember that song you sung for me for my birthday, and I was so touched. I’m just a terrible singer, so I needed to practice a lot.” She sat up a bit straighter, closing her eyes to take a deep calming breath. 

Where you are, I will be there too..
Where you go, I will go there too..
I smile for you every day,
I pray for you
With thoughts of you, I fall asleep,
I open my eyes as I call for you
You protect me by my side
and you embrace me
You are my heaven”

Her voice. It wasn’t exceptionally powerful, and yet it stirred something from his heart. Was this true love? The way she would close her eyes to keep her pitch in check, tap her fingertips on the wooden arm rest to keep the tempo, and the way she was nervously picking at the hem of her dress for his reaction. She’s an angel

“You might not be Ailee… But you’re mine forever. Thank you for making my last 100 days perfect.” 

Listen. I just cannot get over how cute it is that Garnet and Pearl were building a sandcastle for crabs. Like, Steven wasn’t even over there, he was at the mailbox, so it wasn’t for his benefit. They’re just supercute dorks. Just adorable thousands-year-old space alien warriors building a tiny castle for a pair of tiny crabs.

Katsuki Yuuri is 22 and in college and disgustingly in love with Viktor Nikiforov, his boyfriend of two years.

They have a one-year-old puppy named Makkachin, whom they got from the breeder as soon as he was fully weaned. 

They live together in a gorgeous 2-bedroom apartment - with huge bay windows and what is technically a guest room, but which they’ve been calling “Phichit’s room” for as long as they’ve been living there, for how often the Thai boy stays over. Sometimes, Chris stays there too, when he’s in the country, and Phichit will complain for weeks afterwards that nothing is where he left it and someone has been rummaging in his personal belongings. (Yuuri and Viktor have long since given up questioning why he even keeps his personal belongings in their guestroom).

Viktor is a successful, best-selling author who insists on travelling to the places his books are set in the interest of accuracy even when the setting has next to nothing to do with the plot, because he’s just extra like that.

Yuuri and Makkachin travel with him whenever they can, but being a college student doesn’t give you that much free time, so most often Yuuri has to stay at home, or come home early. He doesn’t mind too much. He’s never actually alone for more than a few days at a time anyways (again, Phichit crashes at their place a lot).

They’re happy and disgustingly adorable and #couplegoals for literally everyone.

And then…they break up. And neither of them will say why. All anyone knows is that it started with a tiny little argument, and spiralled quickly into something monstrous and devastating.

And within the month, Yuuri moves out of his gorgeous 2-bedroom apartment with the huge bay windows and the guest room that they used to call Phichit’s room.

He leaves behind the boyfriend he was disgustingly in love with, and the puppy that whines pitifully after him, scratching at the door and begging to be let out.

He’s done uni by then, and so is Phichit. They have nothing left to tie them to that city, and because Phichit is beautiful and perfect and a way better best friend than Yuuri deserves, he convinces Yuuri to move with him across the country, to sunny beaches and towering palms, to a place as far away from home as they can possibly get, while staying in the same country.

And Viktor? He’s left behind in a too big apartment, with a heartbroken puppy that lies listlessly on Yuuri’s side of the bed and can only fall asleep when listening to Yuuri’s breathless laughter through old vacation videos on Viktor’s laptop.

Once their lease is up, Viktor decides to move back home to Russia, to parents who hug him tightly when they see him standing miserable and tired on their doorstep, and a little brother who barely recognizes him without his ex boyfriend attached to his hip.

He keeps writing his books (tragedies now, instead of the romance his fans have grown to expect from him), even sells his movie rights to some of them, and Makkachin starts running and playing again, tongue lolling happily out of his mouth and bouncing with excitement whenever Yura mentions the beloved “w” word. These days, Viktor always takes him travelling with him, ever since Makkachin got sick with anxiety the first time Viktor left him behind at his parents’ home for a week.

And meanwhile, Yuuri learns to live with a gaping hole in his chest where his heart used to be, so painful some days he can barely breathe.

Phichit is with him every step of the way, his partner-in-crime, his brother in all but blood, his platonic soulmate. (It’s a warm and sticky summer night when they lie on a sandy beach and listen to the waves lapping quietly at their bare toes, and they promise each other that if neither of them are married by forty, they’ll just marry each other. It’s not exactly what Yuuri had wanted from his future, but it still makes him clutch at his stomach in breathless laughter when Phichit suggests it.)

Viktor had always been the author out of the two of them, the one that knew how to string words in just the right order to paint a vivid picture in the minds of his readers.

But Yuuri isn’t too bad at it himself, he thinks. He decides to give it a try.

He paints a story of a clumsy couple, charmingly naive, so in love, so perfectly imperfect. He paints a story of a couple that bickers and banters, fights and then makes up with whispered apologies and warm cuddles. He writes about a couple that fights and makes up, fights and makes up, fights and makes up until…quite suddenly…they don’t.

He writes about the couple that goes their separate ways. A couple that is too young, too inexperienced for this thing they have between them, this thing that’s so huge, so important, so beautiful, they’re both afraid to lose it, so they throw it away themselves.

And then, just because he wants to give them the one thing he’d long given up hope for, he ends their story with a question.

(Can we give this a second chance?)


Katsuki Yuuri is 26, and disgustingly in love with Viktor Nikiforov, the boy he broke up with three and a half years ago.

He has a cute little 2-year-old toy poodle named Vicchan, whom his roommate, his platonic soulmate (his potential fiancé?) had given to him as a present to get over his broken heart.

They live together in a cozy little 1-bedroom apartment just ten minutes away from the beach, with a sofa-bed that their friends, Guang-Hong and Leo, like to crash on sometimes when they’re in the middle of another lovers’ quarrel.

Yuuri is a best-selling author, with his one-hit wonder, On My Love, garnering international attention and countless desperate requests for a sequel.

Yuuri likes to take Vicchan for walks along the beach early in the morning, just as the sun is beginning to peek above the horizon and paint the sky in soft pinks and dazzling oranges.

They’re taking a break one day, with Vicchan splashing in the shallows a few feet away, when Yuuri is suddenly bowled over by a whining, panting, standard sized poodle, all soft brown fur and sloppy kisses.

He can barely breathe around the desperate affection, and not even Vicchan’s excited, curious yapping is enough to distract the ecstatic giant furball from his reunion with his long-lost and sorely missed human.

As soon as Yuuri can breathe again, fingers curled into his beautiful older puppy’s fur, he looks up, and his heart clenches at the sight of the Russian man standing a few feet away, a familiar paperback clutched to his chest with white-knuckled hands.

He still wears his heart on his sleeve.

A question tumbles out of his mouth.

And in that moment, Yuuri knows to start his next book with an answer.

(“Of course.”)

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I fucking. Love. This man.

Ok, first off, I adore the sense of humor, it’s just so goddamn golden, it’s over simplified and it knows it.

It’s almost like he’s mocking academics and scholars agonizingly going every tiny detail of history and arguing over the molecules.

He glosses over it, but there are these brief seconds where you can absolutely tell he’s studied it carefully and trivialized it in a meaningful way, like, he brushes over a lot of shit, but he knows he HAS to, and how does he do it?

By making really clever one-second story gloss-overs.

I just adore it.

I remember more of AP World history than I care to and boy, was this fun.

Thank you so much, I really enjoyed 20 minutes of my life there, I just think these videos are great.

Maybe they’re not as detailed as people who’re cramming for  AP World need, but…it’s great on timelines and letting you know the chronology of shit.

Plus it’s funny enough to get you a little more interested in parts of history you’re not conventionally taught, right?

I mean seriously, he covers so much ground in such a great way that you’re compelled to figure out what he was referring to…

because as I mentioned, HE knows.

and it’s funnier when YOU know.

So it’s compelling you to find out.

I just love it, man, I love these.

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Loki and I searched out some super bright murals to take photos in front of while he was wearing his super bright rain/winter coat. Gawd. He goes from handsome to adorable in the span of two photos, I swear. Next photo outing I’m going to try to find more pastel walls. <3

anonymous asked:

what's so iconic about the Viscosity Exchange ??

listen here. LISTEN. hERE. it’s just so good. (for anyone who wants to watch it back it starts at like :33 of the first undertale video.) okay first of all. the second phil first says viscosity dan immediately breaks off and turns to him with the crinkliest eyes and a lil wrinkled nose and it’s already aggressively cute and we are like a quarter of a second into this exchange. incredible. beautiful. to me it was such a significant thing that he doesn’t mock phil’s word choice to US in the way that he used to on dapg ALL THE FUCKING TIME, but instead he turns to PHIL and rather than mocking him he just does that cute confused face and kind of asks phil to clarify why doing a let’s play would involve viscosity at all. 

CUTE!!!! and then there’s A JUMP CUT!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!! WHY? it HAUNTS ME TO THIS DAY! when we cut back, dan has completely dropped his on-camera voice and his body is pointed a little more inwards at phil. amazing. what happened in the lil bit that was cut out of this? we can ONLY GUESS. so then dan proceeds to ask in his much deeper/softer off-camera voice, “how can a let’s play have viscosity?” and honestly i am just left asking “how can such a dumb fucking question sound so soft and enticing wtf.”  and then phil tries to explain it in his silly way, he’s saying it’s “deep and sticky” and dan just gives a TEENY TINY SMILE and then turns to share it with us and THIS IS HOW HE IS REACTING TO PHILS WEIRD BRAIN NOW it’s no longer MOCKING it’s SOFT AND FOND and he’s smiling at us to sort of tacitly communicate how adorable he finds phil’s mind and i want dEATH and then, as if this weren’t enough, his voice drops even further and gets all hoarse as he asks phil, “do you know what viscosity is?” and just turns that same fond smile towards him 

and honestly if at this point you haven’t gone back to the video to watch this you really need to just for this part because holy shite man,,, that voice dan uses is Something and phil himself looks a lil shook and he gets all flustered and giggles 

and dan giggles while watching phil giggle and then phil says “let’s keep going!!!!!!” rly promptly and phil’s whole reaction was so unwarranted based on the actual words they are saying which makes me feel like phil is just reacting to dan’s flirty voice and basically wow this whole scene is everything to me ok you need to rewatch and appreciate it fully i still wake up in cold sweats thinkin about it

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Originally posted by natpekis

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 7,501 (ok kinda sorry)

Warnings: angst!, a tiny bit of violence, swear words, alcohol

Summary: Being Bucky’s best friend (after Steve of course) gets a lot of perks - but being in love with him WHILE being his best friend means that your adoration must be kept a secret. That also means you have to silently endure every single encounter with women he has whether he tells you or you see it for yourself.

A/N: So this one shot is based on the Amy Shark song “Adore You” (she speaks to me on so many levels!) and I just really wanted a Bucky fic for it because he’d be absolutely clueless to someone adoring him like this…I also kind of skipped over the “oh look at him I’m in love with him” fluffy stuff and I just focused on the couple of days leading up to the point reader can’t take it anymore. I like the angst - it fuels me *evil laugh*

Y/F/I = Your First Initial


I’m just gonna stand with my bag hanging off my left arm

I’m just gonna walk home kicking stones at parked cars

But I had a great night ‘cause you kept rubbing against my arm

I’m just gonna stand with my bag hanging off my left arm


You hugged Wanda and Nat, giving small waves to the boys, before turning to Bucky. 

“Hey B, I’m going to head back to the tower. The mission took a bigger toll on me than I thought.” You made a show of rubbing your neck, hoping the sadness in your eyes would be mistaken for exhaustion.

Bucky turned away from the young, curvy brunette tucked under his arm, his smile fading as his eyes scanned over you with concern. He didn’t move away from her, nor did you move any closer, instead you gripped the strap of your bag hard, until your knuckles were white, in an effort to ignore the pain radiating through your chest.

“Are you sure? Did you want me to come with you?”

You gave serious thought to saying yes, knowing he’d probably give the woman a kiss and get her phone number before following you out of the bar, talking your ear off about how she was this and that. All the while, you would be fighting the anger and nausea bubbling up your throat, fighting back the urge to scream at him to shut up about her and every other woman, just fighting to keep your face neutral as you listened to the love of your life pine after any and every other woman but you.

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anonymous asked:

What does yoongi look like in person? I'm so sad I feel like I'm never going to see them live 😭😭

yoongi is beautiful in person, they all are. they strangely all look better in person than they do in their airbrushed photos which I don’t even understand how

he’s small, and does these little hand gestures constantly that I think he does without noticing/realizing in the moment. he’s extra tiny it’s so cute. his hair is extra flooffy, he’s so so so so so so so so so sooo pale, sugar->suga really fits cause wow. his features are so soft, he doesn’t have one that truly stands or over the others, everything just fits? him so well. wait I take that back, his eyes are so dark and are probably the first thing that draws you in. oh just like the gestures, he has the ‘swag’ in the way he walks at time, you can tell he’s feeling himself but then others just kinda shuffles around and it’s so fucking adorable and is also an a+ meme it’s embarrassingly great