he's got such a pretty eyes

you know what? mark is a damn gorgeous guy. i won’t deny it. like, he’s got such a nice body with beautiful tanned skin, his eyes are such a pretty brown, that sometimes under sunlight they turn gold. and his smile is so wholesome and pure and you can tell that every time he smiles it’s genuine and filled with care and sweetness. and his voice is so deep but still soothing and soft even when he says messed up shit. 

i also remember this is the same guy: 

@fireflyfish reblogged your photoset: skywalkos: why ewan mcgregor is my favorite…

Ewan must be magnetic in person because this the second time I’ve heard someone from Hollywood comment on him. Between JJ Abrams and Louis CK, I’m starting to wonder if I would survive a full-on-face to face meeting with “Super Extra Handsome and Did We Mention Handsome?” Ewan McGregor?

 #I mean he did manage to be just as attractive as Nicole Kidman in Moulin Rogue#And she was at Peak Nicole Kidman there#To say nothing Velvet Goldmine#And then he was fighting the combined might of Johnny Rhys Meyers#AND#CHRISTIAN BALE#BABY BATMAN HIMSELF#It’s got to be the smile and the eyes#While I think we can all agree that Hayden was a VERY PRETTY Anakin#Ewan was equally attractive as Obi-Wan#Ewan McGregor#Launcher of a Thousand Ships#I have thoughts on this man#So I can never actually meet him in person#I would die#I would spontaneously combust and die#Just somebody make sure I don’t leave little bits of ashes on his shoes or riding boots#I think I could meet Hayden and not die#As long as he had his kid and his wife#I think I would be okay#But a rogue Anakin Skywalker in real life would definetely throw me#BY THE WAY#IF THAT MAN SHOWS UP IN ENGLAND ANY TIME SOON#WE KNOW THAT LITTLE CANADIAN FARMER IS IN A NEW STAR WARS MOVIE#SO KEEP YOUR EYES PEELED CITIZENS OF THE UNITED KINGDOM#How did we get off onto this topic?

1. I FORGOT ABOUT LOUIS CK LOL OMG I laughed SO HARD at that.

2. I GHOSTWROTE THESE TAGS. 

kimbus-thewhitelion  asked:

37 and reylo

37. Meeting in prison (I went with jail? Hope that’s okay!)


“You’re real pretty. I mean, not trying to be disrespectful, but your cheekbones are excellent. Ma’am? Officer?”

Rey had to grit her teeth, asking herself for the hundredth time how it was she got stuck again with night duty, guarding the delinquent and idiotic alike as they were carted into the holding cells at the Javin IV precinct. This one–the only one as fate would have it–didn’t know when to shut the fuck up, and honestly if he kept talking about how pretty she was they were going to have problems. Lots of them.

She looked back at him from the corner of her eye, lips pulled tight in a frown that she felt to her very bones, and rolled her eyes to see him craning his neck to watch her for any hint of a reaction. Brat.

She knew very well who Ben Solo was, even if he didn’t tout his heritage like a badge of honor. She’d seen so many rich baby brats come through with Daddy’s police badge, demanding for above and beyond treatment–and get it from the lesser, scared officers–but Solo? Took his overnight sentence like a champ. It would be admirable, she supposed, if he didn’t irritate the living hell out of her.

“I’ve got a thing for women in power, you know. Something about a uniform just gets my heart a-fluttering.”

Rey snorted, and hated herself for giving him a reaction when his next words were peppered with a smile. “So you do have a sense of humor. That’s refreshing! Usually I’m stuck with some of the uptight greenhorns who have no idea that it’s okay to laugh–.”

“And do you compliment their cheekbones as well?” she asked, voice dry, and still refusing to look at him.

“I would if they looked half as good as you.”

She actually shot him a look back, trying not to smile, but fuck it was hard. He was as quick witted as his father, and as determined as the Chief, his mother. “Well, I guess it’s too bad you’re on the wrong side of the bars. I don’t consort with criminals.”

“Give me twenty-four hours,” he said, sounding far too excited at the prospect. “And I’ll be criminal no-more. Well, long enough to at least take you out on a date.”

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Back in November I met Alton Brown in Chicago for that book signing and honestly it was like the best experience bc he was truly everything I thought he would be, like while I was waiting in line he was making conversation with everyone who's book he was signing and he just seemed so genuine and kind. When it was my turn I got so shy but he hugged me and idk it was just really great and I still can't get over it. 10/10 amazing experience also his eyes were really pretty too

AHHHH LUCKY!!

So I saw a post about magicians and this reminded me.
I used to date this magician, like he was pretty good and did shows and videos and stuff. He wasn’t like a top hat one tho, he did street magic.
And if y'all don’t know what street magic thing you better learn. That shit is ALL concealment, slight of hand, and distracting the eyes with one hand while doing some crazy shit with the other. I very strongly recommend learning some if you can because it’ll literally save your life.
I got really lucky and learned a little bit while we dated but be careful cus itll literally ruin magic for you forever rofl

anonymous asked:

how can you look at that post you were @'d in and still support that person? they have so many people coming forward about the abuse they've suffered, how can you turn a blind eye to that? how can you think he was in the right after all that?

yeah okay see it’s stuff like this that’s making me anxious about trusting those callout posts and shit

like I don’t want to sound like a megadick but uh, I’m pretty fucking Open about the fact that I’ve got serious issues when it comes to separating facts/feelings, knowing who to trust, etc. etc.

and sending me weird Fucking passive agressive messages on anon about how I’m Turning A Blind Eye To This when i have - catch this - LITERALLY been asleep until, like, RIGHT NOW does not make me feel good at all about people’s intentions with this shit

maybe if you want me to believe that I should trust you instead of someone who’s told me that they’re aware their actions were wrong and are trying to change and be a better person you should stop sending people creepy and manipulative messages. that usually helps

  • 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….

Ride

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You accidentally let it slip to Bucky that he has great thighs, and he offers you a chance at a ride.

Word Count: 1640

Warnings: thigh riding, language, smut references (my little ones might want to skip this one)

A/N: it’s been a long weekend but it’s late and my mind has been wandering tonight sooo this happened

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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…

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.

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.

Mistletoe

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 ;)


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“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.

“M-mistletoe.”

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?”

“Hm?”

“Where did my necklace go?”

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

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.

Partners

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

Warnings:
- language.

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*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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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.

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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
  • Eren: LEVI LEVI I CAUGHT A NIDORAN IN WALMART
  • Levi: Good for you.
  • Eren: LEVI LEVI I GOT A GEODUDE
  • Levi: Wonderful Eren.
  • Eren: LEVI LEVI I JUST CAUGHT A SQUIRTLE GOING 60 ON THE FREEWAY
  • 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.

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.