he's got such a pretty eyes

anonymous asked:

Do you think there has ever been a time where the suitors has done something really stupid and ended up genuinely hurting themselves? ( Like idk jumping on rooftops in the rain then slipping off and breaking an ankle or something?)

Omg this is great anon! This def has Sid and Nico written all over it.

Sid - Was probably was running his mouth about something (as usual), ya know, he’s tall and fit so he’s pretty intimidating. He probably got drunk and got in a fight. Black eyes all around, probably had a bottle broken over his head, and maybe a cracked rib.

Nico - his famous last words are “watch this.” His latest escapade was getting some wooden skis and attempting to skijore with one of the carriage horses. He would have been fine and all but the ramp he made, ended with a broken femur (ooooouch).

Leo - besides multiple paper cuts from furious page turning, he wanted to be romantic and scale the vines to his lady’s bedroom for a late night visit; only bone(ing) it ended with was a broken radius (I suck at puns).

Alyn - was showing off his “cool swordsmanship skills” when he swung too hard, lost his grip (fortunately it was a bokken) and knocked himself tf out- he’s fine, but had a big ol’ bump on his head for a bit (and hurt ego).

Robert - was speed painting while listening to Sebastian Bach on the phonograph, whipping that paint brush and palette around, turned and ran smack into a sculpture - black eye (no one knew tho because he painted the other and just said it was his aesthetic for the week).

Giles - how else would Giles hurt himself besides sex? Pulled a hamstring. That’s when he was young and impulsive tho. He’s sure to stretch now before any sexy time- also does yoga regularly.

Byron - climbing on the roof of the castle once, he thought he could get a better 360 degree view with his new telescope, he slipped and went tumbling into the garden bushes- broken clavicle.

Albert -overly aggressive arm wrestling with Nico; torn rotator cuff. That’s what happens when you arm wrestle with a spider monkey, lololol.

Rayvis -he’s not a show off, but he is competitive and he couldn’t turn down a challenge- badminton is not typically dangerous, but he was really gunning for that shuttlecock, that’s how he ended up with a dislocated patella.

Louis - when some new Duke was dancing with the Princess, he got jelly and decided to up his game- when he got the Princess back in his arms they were spinning so fast she tripped on him and he tried to catch them both before falling- he saved her but sprained his ankle.

i think i could agree on that about gladio’s mom being some foreigner like maybe she was indeed from ghalad and gladio inherited all her genes because tbh he doesn’t look like clarus and maybe she got those pretty amber eyes the kids wear tbh like clarus got blue eyes but neither iris or gladio have blue eyes. iris got clarus’s traits tho.

Felix sat up slowly in bed and stretched his arms out wide, an audible cracking could be heard from the action. He rubbed sleepily at his eyes, then dragged himself out of bed and over to the bathroom where he planned to get ready for the day. Jack sure as hell wasn’t a morning person, but he always managed to get up before Felix, no matter what had happened the night previous.

Felix scrubbed at his teeth with his toothbrush, his eyes half-lidded as he tried not to fall back over and sleep. Thankfully, he did actually spit in the sink, but he only missed the counter by an inch or so. He shed his pyjamas from the night previous and stepped into the shower, the warm water finally jolting him fully awake.

After he had finished his shower and dressed completely for the day, he walked out into the kitchen that he and Jack shared.

“Top o’ da mornin’ to ya Jackaboy,” Felix teased once he saw the green tuff of hair sitting on the couch.

A quiet, nervous “hey,” was his only response. Felix looked over his shoulder at Jack confusedly. Now that he took notice of it, Jack say hunched over on the couch, staring down at his phone.

“Hey,” Felix began, walking over to Jack, “is… everything okay?” He asked.

“Um,” Jack started, quiet and shaky, still staring down at his phone, “it could be better,” he told.

“Why?” Felix asked, sitting down beside Jack and putting his arm around him, “what’s wrong?” Felix squeezed Jack’s shoulder lightly, trying to calm him. Jack did not reply to Felix’s question, choosing instead to continue to stare down at his phone in worry. Seeing as he would get no answer, he followed Jack’s eyes down to the screen of his phone.

Jack flipped hesitantly through the text messages that he had received. Felix furrowed his brow once he saw the manipulative and down right creepy messages that had been sent to Jack.

-Take me back
Was one of the messages that Felix saw as Jack flipped through them.

-I will find you
Was another one.

“Can I see this?” Felix asked worriedly, reaching out and gently wrapping his hand around Jack’s phone as he did so. Jack allowed Felix to slip the device out of his hands. Jack folded his arms over shakily as he watched Felix continue to flip through the messages, leaning into Felix’s side for comfort as he did so. Felix continued to rapidly flip through the messages.

-I know where you are

-Take me back and I won’t hurt your new guy

-I forgive you for leaving

-if you don’t come back I’ll make it hurt

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” Felix finally blurted out. Jack seemed to cave into himself and pulled his knees up to his chest, biting his nails worriedly. Felix looked over at Jack, realising what he had done, “it’s not you’re fault, I didn’t mean it like that,” Felix reassured, “how long has this been going on?” He asked.

Jack looked up at Felix, but as he opened his mouth to answer, the phone buzzed. The screen shot down to the newest message as it came in.


Both Jack and Felix stared down at the phone, waiting for the next message.

-I found you’re apartment. Hillside 812 Welch St.

Jack took a sharp breath in and brought his hand up over his mouth, fear overtaking him now. Felix ran his hand through Jack’s hair, trying to calm him.

-I’m on the roof. Either you come up or I’ll come down.

Felix stood abruptly. He was going to put an end to this.

“I’ll be back,” he said, walking around the couch and over to the door. He grabbed his coat and pulled it over his arms.

“Felix, please don’t,” Jack piped up from the couch, watching as Felix slipped his shoes on, “he’ll hurt you, I know it,” Felix looked over at Jack.

“Not if I hurt him first,” and with that, Felix closed the door behind him as he left.

Upon making it to the rooftop, Felix scanned the area, and sure enough, standing in the corner, was a man with his phone in his hand. It had to be him, he was the only one here.

The man, standing at about 5'9" with brown hair, whipped around the second he heard Felix’s footsteps, but obviously became disappointed upon not seeing Jack.

“Leave him alone,” Felix shouted to the man.

“And who might you be?” The man asked, walking over to Felix and closing the distance between them.

“His ‘new guy’ as you referred to me,” Felix said, holding up the phone that he has carried up here, “leave him alone or I promise I will become your worst nightmare,” Felix growled. The man chuckled darkly.

“Not likely,” he scoffed, “I will take back what is mine,” the man leaned in closely to Felix’s face, their noses almost touching, “and kill anyone who stands in my way,” he growled.

“Good thing he was never yours to begin with, so there’s no problem here,” Felix spat as he narrowed his eyes at the man, “now get out of here before I call the police for harassment,”

The man growled, then backed away from Felix and headed to the rooftop door. Before leaving, he turned back to Felix.

“You’ll regret this,” the man hissed, then stormed back into the building.

“Try me,” Felix whispered to no one in particular.

Felix went back to the apartment and acted calmly when Jack frantically asked him about the situation, and even laughed it off as a prank, but Felix knew this was nothing to laugh at.

That man meant business, and if he was going to come back then Felix needed to be prepared.

This was only the start of a long, uncertain battle.

xionchan  asked:

kamishiro ryouga

I thought u said “Kamishirio Ryouga” and I was like “is that a fuckin threat, buddy?”

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

this scale doesn’t have a “hot”? wow, how empty

but seriously, he himself is lovely af,

and his eyes really seal the deal on it 

Casualties (Red Harvest)

Requested by anon

Prompt: “Who did this to you?”

    You cocked your gun, taking aim at one of Bogue’s riders from your vantage point in a top floor window of the bank. Your shot hit him in the side and he tumbled off his horse with a yell that you couldn’t hear but could identify by the O-shape of his lips. You reloaded your gun and got back in position, the familiar peppery smell of gunpowder filling your nostrils. You cocked your gun again and you were getting back in position, choosing your target when the man’s eyes fixed on yours and he whipped around, firing before you could react, and you were thrown back. You weren’t in pain yet, but you were pretty sure of what had happened and it was confirmed when you touched your shoulder and your fingers came away gleaming with blood. You’d been shot, and it was only a matter of time before you would start to feel it. But until then… 

     You cut a strip off the curtain and tied it around your shoulder before grabbing your gun and getting back in position to shoot. Now your shoulder was starting to throb but you forced yourself to focus, aiming again, this time at a man on foot, whose sights were clearly trained on Red Harvest, who was on the roof opposite you. You fired before the man had a chance to and he fell. Instantly Red Harvest’s eyes darted to yours and he nodded in thanks. You shot him a small smile, your concentration leaving the fight for just a moment too long because it was then that the second bullet came and you felt it burn against the side of your neck before slamming into the wall behind you. You automatically clapped your hand over the wound, your eyes searching for whoever had given it to you and you saw him just as he lowered his gun- it was the same man who had shot you before- but you couldn’t retaliate; you could feel blood trickling past your fingers and you were swiftly becoming lightheaded, your vision starting to blur as you grew dizzy. You scrambled back, pushing your stock of ammo toward the shooter at the next window before resting against the wall, your head reeling.

    Only a minute or two had passed and you were on the verge of unconsciousness when a hand shook your shoulder with gentle urgency and you opened your eyes to see Red Harvest crouching in front of you, his brow furrowed and his piercing gaze helping keep you alert. “Who did this to you?”

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  • luke skywalker is terrifying. 
  • no, shut up, come back.
  • you have to understand:
  •  to you or me he may not be; he may be all sunshine smiles and corngold hair and the biggest eyes this side of the galaxy, but imagine you’re Dagger (stormtroopers don’t get proper names), firing at a boy, only the bolts never hit. They sing to the side. You think that there’s something wrong with your blaster, maybe, but none of your friends can hit him either. Finest shots in the Empire, you are, but you can’t hit this boy. And he cuts you down. He wields a weapon whose name you’ve never learned and he cuts you down into smoking bloodless bodies and your friends die before you – only he leaves you. Knocks you out with a blow of the Force – and isn’t that a nightmare of its own, unseen hands blotting out your thoughts – leaves you there in the cooling blood of your squadmates.
  •  Imagine that you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a dancer for the Hutt and you hate it, of course you do, but it is a living, a living, and this boy comes in, fresh-faced and young and he says surrender or be destroyed only he and you both know that the Hutt do not and never have surrendered and when he says destroy there’s this grin on his lips, thin and sharp, and he’s kind, of course he is, but –
    • so you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a native of tattooine and like many of your specis you are force-touched and you were a girl, once, a very little girl, and your mother told you tales of krayt dragons who slumbered beneath the sands and gentled their young to their pearl-heavy breasts. krayt dragons are tender mothers, she had said, and it was meant to teach you something of the duality of nature, or to fear those with young to protect, or something; but all you can think is this boy, how he smiles as kind as your mother did, once, but you’re convinced that if you were to cut him down the middle you would find dragon-pearls in his ribs and fire instead of a heart
    • the boy cuts downs jabba’s goons like they are nothing, nothing, and afterwards, afterwards, you sense his sorrow. and somehow that makes it worse.
    • because you say, later, to your mother’s ghost (maybe) or to the desert, he knows that killing people is hard and that weighs on him and he does it anyway and –
    • and, you say, it isn’t as simple as: he makes the hard choices. he knew the hutt would fight. he wanted to burn them down, oh he did, and that sister of his –

i got sidetracked from working on birthday gifts and asks….


Funny is, a little side story is… so Daddario and I were in our test together, and like in the lobby you have like, you know, like 3 different dudes and there was like, 5 different Alecs kinda hanging around… and Daddario is like sitting on this couch, and he’s the only one that’s like, making eye contact with me out of everybody, and he’s got a smile on his face, and he like, makes eye contact and I was pretty relaxed…

but in the center of our hearts we wanted something real. nothing can be perfect, we whispered, showering with our heads down to drown out the little things. he doesn’t love you like roses not like birdsong not like little gestures. he loves you like good enough, like his parents don’t mind you, like you’d be comfortable enough. like you don’t laugh as much as you pictured but it’s not like you don’t get along. like he’s a good person, like it would be scarier to be alone again, like you’d regret it if you left because you had it pretty good. what are the chances you’d find someone like that again.

so we kiss him in bed or on our knees and we close our eyes during sex. so we tell ourselves it’s okay enough for the moment. so we say that our dreams of something better are unfair, that we’ve got more than we deserve and better yet. so we love him and dream of her and we wake up and do it again. 

we see movies where he loves her loudly, where he says the right things, where he makes it beautiful whenever he can. and we say to ourselves. it’s not real. it’s not real. it’s not real.

nothing is perfect.

dan and phil are both pretty. but like. in different ways.

dan’s very soft and curvy with dimples; he’s like a small animal that you want to protect; he’s like a flower opening to the warmth of spring; he has endless brown eyes and a smile that makes your heart feel warm and lovely.

in contrast, phil is sharp and carved as though from porcelain; his eyes are two separate universes in themselves; his hands are lean and strong; he’s graceful and captivating, and you can imagine him in a Greek god’s tunic standing in a field of flowers.


Hi there! Can I request a Newt imagine in which he and the reader are down in his suitcase caring for the creatures and Newt kisses the reader at one point and before things gets too serious Picket or one of the other creatures interrupts? I hope this isn’t too awkward. Thanks!

A/N: this was the cutest imagine! i feel like newt cant be a cinnamon roll all the time( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)i mean the oven does get pretty hot ;)

Originally posted by sweetly87

“Newt, could you be a dear and hand me the mistletoe berries?”

“Ah, of course.”

You, along with Newt, were caring for the mythical beasts harbored in his briefcase. Currently, your attention was occupied by a small niffler. You and Newt had been trying to feed him different foods, keeping him on a strict diet that did not include stealing jewelry. At first, this proved to be a difficult task for Newt, being unable to resist the niffler’s adorable begging puppy eyes. Eventually, he got fed up enough to call you down into the case, which brings you to the present.

Of course, his inability to withstand the niffler’s adorable eyes wasn’t the only reason he had in mind when he called you down. He had been observing the effects of mistletoe berries on different species of beasts, and, quite frankly he believed that they would become an excellent addition to the nifflers’ diet. He had been desperately trying to find a way to swoon you for quite a while now, but he had possessed no luck. Just when he was about to give up, he overheard Queenie talking about how Christmas was coming up, and that she had better get some mistletoe.

“What’s mistletoe?”

“Oh, it’s some no-maj tradition used as a last resort to get girls.”

Even though Queenie made it sound very unappealing, Newt had to think of something to swoon you. So he insisted she told him, knowing that she could read his mind anyways. After explaining, Queenie told the desperate bachelor where to obtain the festive plant, him not finding it suspicious at all. Once he realized it was a berry, however, Newt realized he could use this for his beasts as well. I mean, it seemed edible enough.

“Hey, Newt?” You asked, pulling him out of his trance.

“A-ah, y-yes,” He stammered.

“What’s that?” You questioned, pointing to where a small insect-like creature was holding up some mistletoe.

He had intended for you two to sit on the other side of his cramped cabin where he had pinned up the mistletoe, but you had already made up your mind on the side closest to the window. Of course, he wasn’t going to complain, after all he loved the way you looked when you gazed out into the landscape. However, he was planning on kissing you, with his excuse being mistletoe. And without that hanging over your heads, well, it kind of meant that he was screwed. If he kissed you, that is, but he had been waiting for months to make a move on you and he wasn’t about to throw his seemingly last opportunity. So with a mutter of words and a flick of his wand, he began what he hoped was ‘fixing’ the problem. 

“A-um, w-well, you see..” He faltered, fidgeting with his hands. He began to sweat as you tilted your head, expecting an answer.

It was now or never.

Gathering up all the courage that he had inside of him, he cupped your cheek with one hand and drew in a shaky breath. He could do this. He leaned forward to connect your lips together. You were definitely surprised at first; you had expected to be the one to make the first move. Soon enough, the shock wore off, and you returned the gentle Hufflepuff’s kiss. As the two  of you kissed, Newt could swear this was the hottest his face had ever been. Newt timidly pulled away, his face bright red.


You looked up at the small beast and down back at Newt again, an enormous grin on your face. Biting your lip, you wrapped your arms around Newt’s neck and dove in for another kiss. This time, it was Newt’s turn to be surprised. He wasn’t entirely sure if you had liked him or not, and the mistletoe would have been an acceptable way for you to reject him without making it awkward. He placed his shaky hands on your waist as the kiss became more heated and passionate. As you began to wrap your legs around his waist, your fingers found themselves threaded through his messy locks. Right before one thing came to another, a small noise brought you both back to reality.

The niffler had been there the entire time, and it seemed to be keeping perfectly still. Blushing, you and Newt pulled away from each other, averting your eyes to the ground.

“U-um, Newt?”


“Where did my necklace go?”

Can we get some appreciation for Coran and how much he does?

Okay, so I was looking for Coran’s eye color (because I couldn’t remember it) and then I started to look at the list of occupations:

Look at this! LOOK AT THIS! This man has a full plate on his hands. He’s so important and pretty much the key to getting the paladins as far as they have in being true paladins.

He’s been Royal Adviser for a while so there’s no doubt he’s got experience with knowing how to get a kingdom/empire to stay functional and diplomatically handle situations. He’s experienced in advising people on what they should do in tight situations.

Mechanical Engineer. He’s the one that keeps the ship up and running (later with the help of Hunk and Pidge I don’t doubt and I have no doubt he teaches them how things work when they have questions or seem to struggle with something).

Helmsman of the Castle of Lions. He can fly not just the Castle, but probably anything he gets thrown into and if he doesn’t know he’ll probably learn quick, fast, and in a hurry.

Part-time chief for the Team Voltron. Okay so his cooking skills are probably a 50/50 on it being actually tasty to humans (and sometimes even Alteans), but I’m pretty sure he’s been to war and had to make do with what he had to feed not just himself, but probably a platoon.

Chief Medical Officer. This means when the paladins get hurt, he’s taking care of it with or without the help of another. After everything was said and done, he was probably the main one to take care of Lance’s wounds after being seriously injured when the Rover imposter blew up.

Chief Trainer. He was probably part of the military force of Altea so he’s probably experienced in training others to fight in the first place. This is how he probably knows how to train the paladins. Also because of this experience (and probably experience interacting with the former paladins) he has initial doubt because these are just children and they seem to have no experience in fighting (save for Shiro and maybe Keith).

He knows nothing about their capabilities so of course he has doubts if they can make it as paladins, but as he learns more about them, he gets better at training them and finding methods to help them grow in their roles.

We’re gonna keep going with the fighting expertise. We see how he gets in a defensive stance when Pidge yells at Allura.

Originally posted by captbuccaneer

See how he turns his body? He’s ready to lunge to her defense at a moments notice if any of the paladins take a turn for the worse and attack her. And what happens when the food get’s thrown at her? He shows fighting experience and blocks the food so that not only she is protected, but himself so he can keep defending her should the need arise (despite it not being fatal to get food on his clothes

Even on the wikia it says “The eyes of a man who’s seen far, far too much pain in his lifetime.”

Look at his face:

Those are the eyes of someone that’s seen too much pain in his lifetime. As I’ve previously stated: there’s a high probability he’s been to war and that’s a lot of pain and suffering.

Teacher of the paladins. Trainer and teacher are two completely different things. While yes, trainers teach, they merely train a certain aspect. As a teacher he gives life lessons and gives them guidance. As a teacher he cares about his students as we see here:

When Lance is homesick he comforts him as best he can. He understands because he’s homesick, too (the only difference being he can never go back to his home because it was destroyed).

He teaches them lessons about things they had no prior knowledge of.

Hunk doesn’t know that the Balmera is a living thing or why they shouldn’t yank the crystals out of the earth, but Coran doesn’t yell at him over not knowing or get frustrated. He calmly explains, “It’s not a planet. Balmera are ancient animals. Petrified, but still alive. Their bodies naturally create the crystals that help power many Altean ships. I often accompanied my grandfather to visit these majestic creatures when he was building the Castle of Lions.

Long story short, give this man some love because he’s so underappreciated.

Eren and Levi Play Pokemon Go
  • Levi: Good for you.
  • Levi: Wonderful Eren.
  • Levi: *rolls eyes and sighs* Well would you look at you, baby boy all grown up, doing amazing things. Now go catch me a legendary before I disown you.
  • Eren: I caught you... I consider that a pretty legendary catch.
  • Levi: ...
  • Levi: You asshole.

Does anyone else remember that time Zuko went on a date with a girl because his uncle forced him too. And then she wanted to take him to her favorite spot. But then they got there and the lights weren’t lit to reflect in the water and she got pretty sad. So then even though he was supposed to be undercover and not using his bending, he told her to close her eyes and lit the lamps for her just so he could see her happy.
God Dammit he was a good character


A Bucky x Reader / fluff

A/N: This was a request submitted by @fstarta. I hope you like it! Let me know what you guys think. I love hearing from you! ♥

Word Count: 1,604

- language.

Tags: (at the bottom)

*gif is not mine.

Sparring was a normal occurrence during training, both Steve and Tony assured to that. Surprising yourself, you were pretty damn good at it. Normally, you were paired up with either Wanda or Nat, but Steve had recently made sure he paired you up with his best friend Bucky Barnes; a rather large man with a metal arm, long brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a fucking attitude. He was extremely handsome and most often polite, but when you got the one up on him during practice, his demeanor immediately turned sour. There were those rare moments when he was in a good mood, almost flirty, but they were few and far between. You couldn’t help but wonder what form of Bucky you would be getting today.

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that scene at the party where isak is dancing with emma and even with sonja and this cool remix of call your girlfriend is playing in the background and isak is staring at even so obviously it’s like he doesn’t even try to hide it and then…..even fucking looks right into isak’s eyes while full on kissing sonja like…..THAT SCENE ! DESERVES !!!!!! AN OSCAR

Ugh, AU idea.

Dean is a long haul truck driver. He loves it, but it’s been lonely since his dad died and he no longer has a partner. Sam used to come along too until he started college, but now Dean is on his own again.

Because he’s always on the road, he’s got a little studio apartment that’s practically bare, except for the really nice bed that is his special treat to himself. But he only gets to enjoy it infrequently.

He’s on the road and he stops at a truck stop in a small town. It’s got a shower service and a 24 hour homestyle restaurant. After he gets clean, he goes in to get some food. It’s mostly empty because it’s past midnight.

He was hoping to find someone to chat with to ease his loneliness, but the only person there is the waiter with the wild hair, pretty blue eyes, and sweet smile. His nametag just says “Cas”. Dean wants to flirt, but he knows it’s not the best idea in a small town.

But when Cas brings him his chicken fried steak, he sets down the plate and then sits down across from Dean and strikes up a conversation. He’s funny and interesting and Dean almost forgets to eat until Cas reminds him to enjoy it while it’s warm. He keeps Dean entertained long past when he finishes his meal. It’s difficult to say goodbye when his eyelids get heavy and he has to finally say goodnight.

It’s a month before a job takes him through that town again. But Cas is there and they talk again. And again a week later when Dean comes back. He’s there most of the time Dean passes through and the times he’s off shift are lonely and boring. Just like the rest of Dean’s life.

He starts deliberately taking jobs that will give him the opportunity to visit Cas. And after a while Cas invites him to his home. It’s small and plain, but it feels luxurious in comparison to Dean’s place. The bed is nice, even if it isn’t memory foam. But it’s alright if the mattress doesn’t remember him, because Cas does.

Eventually Dean stops spending his off days at home. He spends them with Cas instead. Even if Cas has a shift at the diner he makes sure Dean knows his home is also Dean’s. And then he hands Dean his own key, and points out that he’s there so much he might as well make it official.

It doesn’t take much work to move in permanently. Dean kept very little in his apartment. The worst is moving his bed, but it fits perfectly in the room he has been sharing with Cas for the last year. And he doesn’t feel an ounce of nostalgia for the little studio apartment when he locks up his old place and turns the keys in to the rental office.

Driving long haul on his own can still get lonely some days. But when it gets bad he can call up his boyfriend, and now he has a reason to look forward to coming home.

I Wanna Be A Toy

Prompt: ive been thinking abt phil cumming in dans ass and plugging it to keep it in,,,

Author’s Note: a plot? character development? I don’t know her. Meaningful dialogue? i think the fuck not.. sooo I got a little carried away and this fic is pretty much me taking all my kinks out on a nice drive through the country tbh I added neko cause why not. Also i was gross with cum again surprise surprise (1.7k words)

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bucky, steve, nat, and sam all take turns proposing to each other. it starts as a game, as most things do between the four of them in their relationship - bucky goes down on one knee and pops the question to sam with a ring pop, grinning like he always does when he’s being an asshole, but then he starts crying when sam says yes, and things get serious pretty fast after that.

natasha, bitter she didn’t get to sam first, kicks bucky’s ass in the sparring room and proposes to him when she’s got him pinned beneath her. bucky, eyes wide, says yes with a breathless voice that he stubbornly maintains is from the sparring, not his feelings. nat knows the truth. she is Pleased.

steve proposes to sam in the middle of a battle. “marry me!” he calls out, throwing his shield over sam’s head. “what, right now?” sam yells over the gunfire. steve just grins at him, bloodstained and a little wild-eyed, and sam wraps them both in his wings so he can kiss him without getting shot in the process.

steve asks nat to pass him the salt over the dinner table, and she says “only if you’ll marry me.” steve says he will, so nat hands him the salt with a smirk. their ankles are hooked together under the table.

sam proposes to nat when he’s got the flu. steve’s making him soup, bucky’s down the street picking him up some medicine from walgreens, and nat’s sitting with him while she’s checking him for fever. “what’ll make you feel better?” she asks him, squeezing his hand. “marry me?” sam asks, pathetically, around his thermometer. nat just laughs and says yes, on the condition that she doesn’t have to kiss him until he’s better.

steve is sort of flustered when he offers his dog tags to bucky, tips of his ears going pink, and they both blubber a little when bucky puts them on - bucky manages to choke out “marry me? please”, and steve’s tearful “of course” is mostly unintelligible because he kisses bucky in the middle of saying it.

they all wear matching wedding bands and love to mess with people they meet who try to figure out who exactly is married to who. legally, of course, they can’t make it official, but the vows they’ve made are just as binding as they would be with piece of paper to prove it. 

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Jack: *Bitty voice*: His eyes are too wolf eyes. resisting the urge to just reference Sidney Crosby. Boyband Bangs™ Dorito Chip Bod™

Shitty: To Draw Him In-Character is to Draw Him Naked but I Don’t Want to Be NSFW: a novel, by me. proper mustache volume. to flow or not to flow?

Lardo: too perfect, makes you feel inferior. how to fit her in frame with other characters given size difference?? which of her equally iconic hairstyles do I use???

Ransom: makes me cry because he’s not real. cheekbones physically painful to draw they’re so beautiful. hands so big and I’m maybe a little too into it??

Holster: glasses or no?? chicklet teeth??? everything is rectangular??????

Nursey: also too beautiful help. how floofy to make hair??? *references comic for the billionth time to remember which arm the tattoo is on* “does his face look young enough for me to add stubble without making him look forty?” his eyebrows take the square root of his eye

Dex: “Okay, but how about more freckles?” is it even possible for someone to blush like this?? just exactly how big are the ears?? always taller than I think he is. cryptid eyes

Chowder: crying because I always want to give my son the eyebrows he deserves. how much shark merchandise??

Parse: *draws him in a snapback just to avoid drawing his hair* (seriously I don’t know how to draw his hair help) “hm I wonder what color I should make his eyes this time” cute, upturned, freckled nose totally belying personality??? too easy to draw sad

Tater: lksdfksdflkj he’s so broad i’m so weak help. resisting the urge to just reference Evgeni Malkin. which side of his face to put the smile on. gold chain??

Farmer: how much gum? has almost too much eyebrow. needs to give some to chowder. not enough in-comic appearances to reference @ngozi get on that

George: wanting to add more muscle definition but not knowing how. how messy to make her bun?? she and farmer go to the same eyebrow place

Alicia: *just gives in and references Gillian Anderson* looks better in her fifties than I do at 20

Camilla and Bob: I’ve never drawn them. yes this is a problem