he was too cute in here

eggplantmaster  asked:

A few OC suggestions! 👑 Captain 💀 Pep 👍🏻 Lieutenant

My special boys all dressed up. 

Missed You (NSFW)

Originally posted by emptymoon

Sam Wilson x Reader

Warnings: Praise Kink, Smut

A/N: @lady-thor-foster asked what I thought Sam and Thor’s kinks were and I somehow decided that Sam’s kink was a praise kink and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that so here’s another Sam fic because you can never have too many.


It had been weeks since your boyfriend had been home. He had been away on a mission and it was the most frustrating thing in the world. You guys had only been together for a few months but whenever he was home you guys spent an insane amount of time together. You were amazed his friends hadn’t gotten sick of seeing you around yet.

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anonymous asked:

suga was the very first character i fell in love with. he was just so genuine and so motherly. and this is really weird to admit but his voice was so soft and comforting. also his features were striking, like his little mole underneath his left eye and his silver hair and his caring eyes and wow i'm so attached to a fictional character and i'm not sure why i felt the need to tell you all this but here it is ._.

SUGA WAS MY FIRST HAIKYUU LOVE TOO! 

I agree, his voice was soft IT MADE MY HEART FLUTTER, he had cute grey hair, he was really helpful with Hinata and just in general seemed to be a happy bean. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!

And now we know how sassy he can be too!!!!

@mybrotherfragsbugs mystical light surrounds the mech. He is adorned with fine sensors, high-caliber weapons systems in every possible nook on his body. A bit of lace here and there, a cute skirt, and a frilly staff encrusted with gems. A small cartoony animal of ambiguous origin asks him to sign a legal binding document. All of the text is too small to read, save “magical bot” written in cursive at the top.

anonymous asked:

Remember when Lili got fatshamed? I bet Cole showed her all week what he thinks of her body😉

Well, you know…..for PR…..

(if anything, having been with a girl who’s waay too skinny and obsessed only with that, I strongly suspect Cole really likes Lili’s ridiculously cute butt and nice boobs)

(here, bby, maybe you’d like a better view of the twins, since you like them so much??”

anonymous asked:

Heey! So here's my problem. There's this guy and he's really cute and stuff, but I don't want a relationship right now and he thinks so too. Is it okay to have sex with him and how do I do the first step? Hope you can help me! xx

I think you can have sex with anyone you want. But if you’re gonna have sex with this guy not wanting a relationship you’re gonna both need to know for sure you’re not gonna get all attached and possessive, causing jealousy when the other sleeps with someone else or anything like that.
What I’m saying is as long as you’re mature enough to just keep it at sex and not want more after it’s okay.
Now initiating stuff like sex can go many different ways and really depends on who you’re planning to have sex with.
I personally prefer when the person’s very direct about it and just takes me into a room and pulls everything off.
I think you’ll have to figure out what works best with this guy.
Sorry if I answered late!

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cinnamon roll /ˈsɪnəmən rəʊl/ 
noun
   1. Salim from American Gods

JIMIN x JHOPE SPAM BECAUSE:

Jhope can’t help but stare lovingly at jimin

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Jimin can turn shy …

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But he also adddooores Hoseok

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This pair is generous with fanservice

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They laugh together a lot

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And they put their arms around one another

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Soooo naturally

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They also jump into each others’ arms

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Even if Jimin doesn’t really enjoy it …

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They laugh at eachother at times

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and confort eachother when needed

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Somehow Jhope loves Jimin’s head *pat pat*

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But he dislikes the smell somehow

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He is obsessed with the idea of kissing Jimin

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Really … obsessed … 

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I mean look at Jimin, who wouldn’t ?!! (But Chimchim keeps hugging Hobi even when he make it seem like he wanna get away - Boy you better decide)

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Hobi is Jimini’s biggest fan

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He is more proud of Jimin’s abs than Jimin himself (Sarry if someone fainted here)

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He even declared his love

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And those stares

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I mean…

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THOSE stares

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Ended in something like this

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Then this

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And then OMG THIS (The”did their lips touch” is still a mistery)

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And now it is jimin who asks for more (He awoken the beast)

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And remember when Jimin gave us the best gift for valentines

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Or when Jhope who never gets angry got upset because Jimin got disrespected

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They easily make my day

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So I hope this post made yours too

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@mimibtsghost

The new art is a big deal

First of all, this official art is absolutely stunning. 

But I couldn’t help but notice the white skates. And yes, I can see that tights are covering them, so the real colour of the actual skate can’t really be seen, but this also represents so much. 

Figure skating is a pretty homophobic and sexist sport. Particularly in the time when young Viktor would have been skating. Girls were meant to be flouncy and pretty and graceful (which is partially why Surya Bonaly had such a hard time and ended up doing the illegal backflip - it’s a really interesting story), and men athletic and manly. 

A huge point of this is that women have to wear white skates, and men have to wear black skates. So, young Viktor, who canonically says he used to play off his androgynous appearance, is wearing ‘white skates’, ladies skates, probably, I think, to make a point. We know from the extra information in one of the BD releases that he doesn’t have a particularly good relationship with the ISU, so maybe this is partly why. It’s pretty damn rebellious against the patriarchy for him to be doing this. 

And perhaps this is reaching, but…

Look at the two crowns. In his younger self, the flowers are smaller and are white like his skates, symbolising innocence and purity. But in his older self, with short hair and black skates, the flowers are golden and taller, representing his victory. We can also see a difference in the colouring of his clothing, his younger self with warm colours, and his older self with cold colours, blue, representing sadness. His colour’s been stripped away from his soul, and finds itself in his crown, in his success. 

I see a powerful message here, about a boy who tried to beat the system but tragically became a part of it once he started winning. 

Or maybe it’s just a really cute art… who knows… But with the amount of symbolism within the anime, some lowkey message put here intentionally like this wouldn’t be too far out of the realms of possibility. 

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Welcome to the Sketchy Cafe (Café?)! Here we have a huge selection of different pastries, drinks and food for our precious clients!

Owned by Muffet, Sketchy Cafe has the best Team working as chefs and waiters! Just keep in mind anything can happen this Cafe.

We’re not responsible for anything

Do you want to come?

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Welp, I was making the prizes for the winners of my art raffle and this idea suddenly came to my mind. There’s a lot of characters that I want to make! I’ll add them in future posts. My plan is to make an entire Cafe! That means adding the cashier, janitors, musicians for the entertainment… Etc! And obviously, the customers! I love Cafes and the ideas for this don’t want to let me be ヾ(¯∇ ̄๑)

Here comes the credits *inhales*

PaperJam and BlueScreen belongs to @7goodangel

Goth belongs to @nekophy (I fell in love with Goth. Seriously, he’s too cute :“’’D)

Palette belongs to  @angexci 

Moku and Sprinkles belongs to @6agentgg9

Gradient belongs to @askcomboclub (I also love him) :‘3)

Ink belongs to @comyet

Blueberry belongs to the Undertale community

Dream belongs to Jokublog

Error and Geno belongs to @loverofpiggies

Reaper belongs to @renrink

Cross belongs to @jakei95

Dust belongs to… I don’t know.

Other characters I want to make: Template, Pale, X-event!Chara, CORE!Frisk, Shyren, Napstablook, TimeKid!Sans, Classic Sans and Papyrus and more [Soon]

Hope you guys like it!

Edit: I FORGOT TO ADD THE LAST PICTURE, SORRY :D

((Still can’t believe it’s actually Saeran who cutely announces “CHERIT-CHU!” when you open the MM app instead of Seven))

hes a cutie I s2g

anonymous asked:

What do you think about an “i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au with charmer or nurseydex or zimbits or something??

Well, I don’t know if you expected three mini fics, and I didn’t fully follow the prompt, but here we are.

1. Charmer

Look, Chris knew it was dumb. He knew that everyone on earth had a plain black suitcase, he knew he should have double-checked the luggage tag, he knew it was important to be sure abut these things. But knowing what he should have done couldn’t help him when he finally got his suitcase home and opened it up to find mostly yoga pants and sundresses. 

Fuck.

He zipped the bag back up and flipped open the luggage tag. It was cute, pink with some metallic lettering saying “I’m outta here!” in a handwritten font. Chris blamed jetlag and the redeye flight for making him miss the fact that it wasn’t his Sharks tag. He blamed the bag’s owner for not filling out any of the information on the tag.

Dammit.

Well, sorry random girl, he thought. He opened the suitcase up again to try to see if he could find anything that would give him a clue as to who the suitcase owner was. He moved a makeup bag aside, and hit gold immediately. Well, Samwell red. A Women’s Volleyball tshirt– mystery suitcase girl had to be on the volleyball team.

“Hey Ransom!” he yelled. “You’re facebook friends with all the volleyball team right?”

“He’s friends with everyone on campus!” Holster yelled back.

“Ask their captain if anyone flew in from the Bay Area and lost their luggage!”

_X_

“Is Justin here? My captain said he’s got my suitcase.” Chris overheard her at the door. He grabbed the bag and started hauling it downstairs. As he set it down at the bottom and caught sight of the girl in the doorway, he froze. She was pretty. Like, really pretty. 

“Um, hi,” he said.

“So you’re Justin? Oh my god, I’m so glad it wasn’t some total rando who got my bag.” 

“I’m actually Chris, Justin was just the one who was friends with your captain. Um, I’m sorry, but I kind of had to look through your stuff? Your luggage tag wasn’t filled out.” The girl laughed.

“Yours wasn’t either! Me and my teammates were like one minute away from googling the record holder for most San Jose Sharks merch, but it totally makes sense that you’re on the hockey team.” 

“Since we both forgot to write our numbers down, maybe we should do that now?” Chris suggested. The girl grinned, grabbed his phone out of his hand, and opened up a new contact. She punched in a number, and when she handed it back he saw a text of several random emojis addressed to the new contact of “Caitlin Farmer” with a girl farmer emoji and a volleyball emoji.

“Text me sometime, and maybe we can get dinner?” she said, and she was gone with her suitcase. 

Chris collapsed on the couch, a dreamy look in his eyes.

“Chowder? You get your suitcase back?” Bitty called out from the kitchen.

“Yeah! and I think I’m in love now!”

2. Nurseydex

“Cheryl, I’m telling you, I had a ton of inspiration on the plane and I wrote some great stuff for act three. No. No, it wasn’t just me thinking it’s great because I popped some melatonin and got really sleepy. It’s like, legit. Yeah, I’ll send it over as soon as I get home and–”

Derek slammed into something. If he’d been holding his phone in his hand (bluetooth is a blessing when you drop stuff easily) it would have launched across the airport. As it was, his post-flight latte was soaking through the nice white shirt of the handsome stranger in front of him.

“Shit,” the stranger said, looking down to survey the damage.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have trusted myself to make a phone call and not be clumsy after such a long flight,” Derek said. He set his briefcase down and pulled a wad of napkins out of the outside pocket. The guy took a deep breath, going from murderous to calm in a few seconds. 

“I wasn’t looking where I was going either, it’s not your fault,” the guy said, setting down his own briefcase and accepting the napkins. He blotted at his shirt.

“Let me pay for the dry cleaning. Or a replacement,” Derek offered. The man shook his head.

“It’s fine, it probably needed to go to the cleaners anyways.” He checked his watch. “If I run, I can probably get a new one before my meeting.” He wadded the napkins into one big ball, picked up his briefcase, and walked towards the exit with a terse nod. Derek, feeling terrible about the whole thing, picked up his own briefcase and walked to baggage claim.

By the time he was reunited with his home office, a cozy bookshelf-lined room in his brownstone, he had almost forgotten about the coffee incident. He was focused on sending the manuscript to Cheryl. Unfortunately, that was going to be difficult, considering he pulled a PC laptop out of the bag instead of his Mac.

Derek stared at the computer for a full minute. He almost couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. Hesitantly, he opened the laptop. On one side of the keyboard there was a weird thing that a few seconds of phone googling told him was a fingerprint scanner. Shit. He hit the space bar experimentally. Something flashed on the screen, and then was replaced with just a plain black screen with red text: ACCESS DENIED

Derek swore. He started to look through the rest of what was in the briefcase, but was disappointed to find it empty except for the laptop’s charger, three packs of gum, and receipts from a lobster shack in Maine. Shit. Nothing in here would tell him anything about the redhead he’d launched a latte at. 

He closed the laptop dejectedly, ignored his editor’s text messages, and went into the kitchen to make himself lunch and feel sorry for himself. This was the universe punishing him for covering a cute guy with coffee. If he had just kept his focus and waited to call his editor later, he could have sent the draft along and saved it and not be desperately trying to remember his inspiration.

Just as the self-pity spiral was really taking off, the doorbell rang. Derek sighed, put down his tea, and walked to the door. When he opened it, it wasn’t Girl Scouts or Jehovah’s Witnesses, but the guy from the airport.

“Cancel whatever you’re doing today, I need to teach you the most basic principles of digital security,” the guy said, pushing past Derek into the dining room. He shoved a stack of papers onto a chair and pulled Derek’s laptop out.

“I’m Will, by the way, I make software that’s hopefully a step ahead of viruses.”

“Is the draft still there?”

“The draft of what?” The guy looked confused.

“My third act breakthrough. I’m a novelist, I need to get it to my editor and I couldn’t remember if I saved it,” Derek explained.

“You know you can set up an auto-save every five minutes or so, right?” Will asked.

“This might be surprising to you, but I’ve never had a cute guy storm into my house and yell at me about computers before.” Will looked up from Derek’s computer, blushing.

“I haven’t had a cute guy dump a gallon of coffee all over me and steal my laptop before, either, but here we are.”

“Maybe you can yell about computers over lunch with me?”

3. Zimbits

Button downs. Tank tops. Slacks. Shorts. Three rolling pins. A pie tin. A half-emptied multipack of sharpies.

No lucky puck. No clothes in his size. No jerseys.

Jack sighed. It would just be too much to ask for anything to go well today. He picked up his phone to call someone with the Falconers, in the hope that they could talk to the airline and sort all this out. At the same time, his phone lit up with Tater’s face.

“Zimmboni! Look on twitter. Small internet baker has your suitcase!” Tater hung up before he could reply, so Jack just opened twitter instead. 

omgcheckplease: A bunch of pucks, some dirty jerseys, and a history textbook. Either I’m back in college or this isn’t my suitcase.

omgcheckplease: .@falcsofficial please tell your #1 player to DM me and come get his shit

omgcheckplease: and @falcsofficial tell him to give me my shit back. my hockey days are in the past, I need rolling pins, not a mouthguard

Jack smiled and laughed in the way a person laughs when they’re alone, just blowing more air than normal out of his nose. He looked through the twitter for a minute– the guy, Eric Bittle, was a Providence-based chef, whose latest tweets were mostly greetings to the various cities he’d been visiting on tour. Jack clicked the media tab on the account, and looked through the pictures. Bittle was cute. He wrote a reply.

zimmboni: .@omgcheckplease how do I send u a DM

omgcheckplease: .@zimmboni you don’t deserve to be verified, oh my god #verifybittle2k17

A few seconds later another notification popped up, and he tapped it to be brought to a DM window.

omgcheckplease: hey! sorry about the mixup. I can only imagine how confused you were to find all my book tour stuff.

zimmboni: Probably as confused as you were finding hockey stuff?

omgcheckplease: I wasn’t joking in my tweets, I did play hockey before I got into the whole cookbook/food show thing

zimmboni: Exactly, I did a book tour last year in the off-season :-)

omgcheckplease: oh my gosh, isn’t it the best and the worst?

zimmboni: I know. It’s great to meet people and talk about your work, but it’s exhausting.

omgcheckplease: that’s why I’m so excited to be back in Providence! at least until the next cookbook.

zimmboni: Well we should probably meet up to trade suitcases. Want to meet somewhere for dinner?

omgcheckplease: don’t trust me to learn where your house is?

zimmboni: I mean, if dinner goes well enough…

omgcheckplease: OH. okay, then, Mr. Zimmermann, it’s a date.

Jack smiled to himself, and got ready for his date.