he's just a dreamboat

You know what I love/hate about Professor Burnet?

The fact that she is completely unfazed/isn’t told any of the stuff that would, by all accounts, further her research by years. Literally my first instinct whenever something happens in Sun and Moon having to do with the Ultra Wormhole is to run back to the Dimensional Research Lab, and what happens?

Me: Professor Burnet, I just saw a giant crack in the sky!

Her: Oh hey! You beat Olivia! Have a mirror for Legendaries you can’t get for two months.

Me: Professor Burnet, I just saw an Ultra Beast!

Her: Oh hey! Hope you like that mirror I gave you. Gonna be real useful soon. Just like back when I was the star of the Dream Radar!

Me: Professor Burnet, this Pokemon Lillie has can open wormholes!

Her: Oh hey! Mirrors can be scary, y’know? Sometimes I’m afraid of what I see staring back at me in one.

Me: Professor Burnet, I just traveled into an Ultra Wormhole and ended up in the Ultra Beast home world!

Her: Man I am tired of working late nights. I miss my bed… and my husband… And Lillie’s malasadas…

Me: Professor Burnet, I came through an Ultra Wormhole from an alternate universe. I have multiple specimens of various species of Ultra Beast, a Legendary Pokemon that can open Ultra Wormholes, and I’ve just taken custody of your universe’s version of its pre-evolution. I hold and am living, breathing evidence that all your theories are 100% sound.  Just study us, publish, and go home already!

Her: Oh hey! Sorry, I can’t talk right now, there’s a Battle Royal going on. Man, Masked Royal is such a dreamboat. I wonder just who he is under the mask? Speaking of masks, have you used the Revealing Mirror yet?

Me: … -_-

Her: … :)?

Me: …Professor Burnet, Masked Royal is your husband.

Her: What what WHAT?!?

Steve Rogers in Avengers - Part 3 - Kind of Familiar

And I’m back and I’m cracking my knuckles to start in on the first the of Steve-on-helicarrier scenes. A lot of these scenes are shot and sweet, so let’s start with the first scene.

This is when Steve meets Natasha for the first time, and Natasha immediately says “let’s get rid of your groupie”. Coulson is practically going “omg Natasha! Look! It’s him! It’s him! It’s Captain Rogers! Isn’t he just a dreamboat? Good grief, I can touch him!” And Natasha immediately goes “Bridge. Now.”

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I spent many hours today writing a Zeke/Gene fic in which Gene is a junior or senior in high school and Zeke is freshman or sophomore at the local college and he works part time at the restaurant.

I’ve spent so much time writing it and didn’t really edit anything so it’s rough but for fun so here you go under the cut

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Yamato’s  Jealousy

Summary: Jealousy is like a terminal disease. There are stages until Yamato Kougami couldn’t take it anymore. [#6]

Notes: Crack!fic. Told in Yamato’s POV but written in third person. Now, this something light-hearted to read (and to write, haha) for a change. But it’s Rated T because Yamato curses a lot in his head—and if you like Kyohei Rikudoh from REVANCE, you’re in luck because he made a very special appearance in this fanfiction. Also, jealous Yamato is the best. So, yeah. 

Let’s get crackin’.


There was somebody, there was somebody.

Otherwise, you wouldn’t have sent him a five minute delayed text, you wouldn’t have been out late for an extra thirty minutes, and you definitely wouldn’t have looked so far-off in their daily conversations in lunch. Plus, it was Saturday. What were you doing out in the world without him? She was working, Yamato’s logical thinking echoed. Right. Uncle Kuni got you a job that was way better than cleaning the Long Island sports bar—hang on, what if there was someone very special at work?! Furious at that thought, Yamato folded his arms, glared at the clueless woman (that would be you) in front of him. 

In response to this, you raised your brow.

“What?”

Okay, okay, she’s asking what. Now was the time to crack a question. It could be something casual first such as how was your day because Yamato wasn’t prepared for a reaction if you were doing what he thinks you’re doing… Or Yamato could go straight to it and demand if you were doing what he thinks you’re doing. Yamato cleared his throat ever so casually. 

“So, how was your day?” he asked instead.

“Great,” you said with a smile across the dinner table. You said it was great, but what was the definition and the legit reason? “Expound it.”

“What?”

“What made it so great?” said Yamato, eyeing you crossly.

You paid no attention to it and just shrugged. “I got this nice toothbrush from the boss plus a promotion—which I think I texted you about—and then I also had a nice cup of coffee. For once the water dispenser didn’t malfunction on me. And then I found a kitten in this cute little box at the street—I didn’t pick it up, but I wish I did, I think it’s lonely—” He held his breath for anything suspicious but before Yamato could release a sigh of relief, you continued on eagerly, “Oh-oh, and while I was at the convenience store, this nice guy from the counter gave me some of their coupons—”

“What nice guy?” interjected Yamato, gritting his teeth. 

“Oh, the cashier.”

“And?”

“And he gave me some of their coupons. Aren’t you listening? … Although, I actually think it was his coupons from a restaurant. I don’t know why he gave them to me—”

“What’s his name?” demanded Yamato yet again.

“What? I don’t know. Yamato, he’s just a cashier,” you spoke with such stress. Yamato looked down, a bit ashamed at his misconduct. He was being an idiot. Why on Earth would you do what he’s thinking? No other guy could top Yamato unless it happened to be the looks and especially the personality. Well, almost the entire human race could beat him if it was base on the latter but whatever.

You cleared your throat abruptly.

“So anyways, while I was at the sidewalk I was wondering if I should go ahead and get some free food or something—and when I turned around I bumped into this other guy. Now he looked weak but at the same time strong enough to punch and that’s so adorable because you cou—!”

“What’s his name?”

You sighed exasperated, but replied otherwise, “Kyohei Rikudoh.”

“So he did give his name.”

“Well, I did give him the coupons.”

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IT’S BACK

I haven’t done this in like a year maybe more because I just wasn’t having any of season 4 but I watch the 5B premiere and I was lurking watching everyone liveblog it and I just thought I have to I have to do it so it’s coming back people IM BRINGING IT BACK: WEEKLY STYDIA RANTS 

I JUST HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY

STARTING OFF 

I have three MAIN points of issue with this episode

1. Parrish

2. Why is it so dark like I’m practically blind anyway now I just can’t see a damn thing 

and

3. PARRISH 

(if you can’t tell I have an issue with Parrish)

Honestly when he first arrived in 3B don’t get me wrong I was all on the deputy dreamboat bandwagon but now he is just so unattractive and I think it might have something to do with his OBSESSION with an 18 yr old schoolgirl. As an 18 yr old girl myself I sat there watching that shower scene like 

In fact I watch all Lydia/Parrish interactions I’m just one big old ball of ick cause I ain’t feeling that and I don’t understand how people can like how is your skin not crawling?? Don’t get me wrong I get that 6/7 years isn’t that big an age gap (it is the gap between me and my older sister and I wouldn’t date any of her friends at this age like I’m barely legal) BUT he’s also an authority figure how is no one in this goddamn town questioning his relationship with her cause honestly on paper it looks like he’s taking advantage I mean let’s tally this up: 

Lydia’s been in hospital 3 times now, and there have been several occasions of concern for her mental health, and she started this ‘friendship’ with Parrish right after her best friend died - IT’S WRONG IT AIN’T CUTE 

ALSO WHY IS PARRISH IN IT SO MUCH ITS CALLED TEEN WOLF NOT ‘MID TWENTIES DEPUTY SHERIFF WHO’S ALSO RANDOMLY A HELLHOUND LIKE REALLY IS THAT EVEN A THING’  

he’s getting on my last fucking nerve 

“I’ll find a way to get her out of there”

just 

sit yo ass down ya creep you ain’t rescuing no one

Parrish opens his mouth and I’m just like 

Imma need Parrish to exit stage left like go on go walk out the door don’t turn around now cause you’re not welcome anymore 

Theo please take him far away and you know if you get his ass killed it’s not great loss 

Natalie rolling her eyes at him is just me every time he’s on screen just no I’m not about that life 

SPEAKING OF NATALIE MOTHERFLIPPIN MARTIN

COME ON NATALIE 

YOU SEE HOW YOUR DAUGHTER ONLY RESPONDED WHEN STILES CAME INTO THE ROOM YOU SEE HOW HE WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE BACK OF HER NECK DON’T BE SHOUTING AT THE TEENAGE BOY WHO’S DAD IS CRITICAL SHOUT AT THE CREEPY ASS GROWN ASS MAN WHO’S CLEARLY GOT A THING FOR YOU DAUGHTER 

And now we reach the topic of Stiles

my poor precious stiles beating on my poor precious scott 

on the one hand I was like 

but on the other hand seeing stiles bodyslam people had me like 

(i can’t help it dylan’s face in general has me like 

its a fact of life)

And i get what people are saying how stiles was a bit of an asshole (but damn if he didn’t look good) but and i love both of them i do but im still like scott remember that time you chose to believe theo about how your best friend, your brother, was a brutal murderer and then judged stiles the whole time he tried to explain himself hmmm? 

(don’t get me wrong though i need my bros back together)

SPEAKING OF BREAKUPS DAMN STILES WAS COLD, LIKE SHIT IF YOU SHIPPED STALIA I FEEL BAD FOR YOU SON CAUSE ITS LOOKING LIKE THE CHANCE OF THAT RELATIONSHIP BEING RESCUED IS ABOUT THE SAME CHANCE THAT PEOPLE IN HELL ARE GONNA GET ICE WATER 

but you know i ain’t feeling bad about it cause all together people

STYDIA 

on which i have one thing to say 

stiles going to see lydia and her responding had me like 

OH MY GOD AND THEN THE PROMO JUST COULD THEY BE ANYMORE MARRIED YOU ALL KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT

AND THE CORDS ARE FUCKING RED

AND STILL PEOPLE ARE LIKE ‘HOW COULD THEY BE TOGETHER LIKE THEY DON’T EVEN LOVE EACH OTHER BLAH BLAH BLAH BULLSHIT’ AND IM JUST SITTING HERE LIKE 

I CANNOT DEAL 

CANNOT 

DEAL 

speaking of not deal hot damn chris argent am i right 

also don’t get me wrong layden was cute but now im a bit like its gonna look like I don’t really care about layden but thats only because i don’t really care about layden im ambivalent apathetic whatever you wanna call it 

shout out to mason for being the comedic relief you the real mvp buddy loved him keep doing you cause you is working 

OH MY GOD AND THE FUNERAL FLASHBACK DEAR LORD SOMEONE HOLD ME CAUSE MY COLD BLACK HEART WAS NOT READY FOR THAT 

‘YOU STILL GOT ME’ 

‘YOU STILL GOT ME’

‘YOU STILL GOT ME’ 

on an unrelated note: why Jordan Fisher have to die man I love him 

melissa mccall looking beautiful as ever

looking forward to next week cause my girl kira is baaaaaack 

love it

that’s all folks 

anonymous asked:

"Do the signs as___ " boy band members! Like which one(s) is the bad boy? And the leader? The dancer... Etc.

oooh thats a good idea!!!

The Bad Boy: You would not want to introduce these guys to your parents. These are the most easy to identify in the boy band, just look for the tattoos, black clothing, piercings, or crazy hair. Despite, or perhaps because of their rebel without a cause reputation, these boys never stop making our hearts go pitter-patter.

 scorpio, aries, capricorn

The Boy Next Door: He makes us swoon with his good looks and easy charm. The boy next door could fit in at the neighborhood barbecue just as easily as he does on stage. 

 libra, sagittarius

The Dreamboat: Hearts beat faster when he walks into the room and his face is plastered on posters covering young girls bedrooms. The ladies love the dreamboat, and he knows it. 

  leo, aquarius

The Shy One: He keeps quiet during the interviews, letting others do the talking. But that smile — that smile! 

taurus, virgo, cancer

The Glue: Every band has a different glue, sometimes he is a jokester, sometimes he’s a rival heartthrob. He makes the band unique. 

gemini, pisces

i used this site for the stereotypes!! 

college!luke (pt.1)

Luke watched her, he felt like one of those movies where you’d turn and see someone standing there and then when you did a double take they’d be gone. He was that creep. But he couldn’t help himself, he stared overtop of his book, watching every little move she made, flicking her tongue to the corner of her mouth while taking an order. Leaning over the counter to squeeze the brittle hand of a sweet old lady who was apologizing for taking so long to order. This was the 54th day that he had sat in the exact same spot, some days she wouldn’t be there and he would worry that she may never come back. The thing was about him was that he was too scared to speak to her. After college, every day he would come and sit and read his textbooks and write his essays and stare at the beauty that was her. Y/N her nametag read, he felt like a 13 year old girl, constantly thinking of how his last name would sound attached to hers. Luke didn’t have many friends, if he was being honest, he liked it that way. People weren’t exactly always nice to him, so he preferred to keep quiet. He’d seen her around campus, with her headphones plunged into her ears, humming and smiling at her phone, a black backpack with different patches sown onto it thrown across her shoulder. He knew it would be a long night at the lonely cafe outside of campus, because he had a 3000 word essay due the next day which he had barely even started. He tapped furiously and chewed on his bottom lip trying to concentrate. Hours must have flew by without him even noticing, the cafe was empty, just the sound of a running sink and clinking dishes. Luke’s head turned towards the door, the open sign was shut off and it was pitch black outside. He immediately shoved all of this things into his bag and made his way to the door.

“You didn’t have to rush out of here you know! I’m here for another hour, you looked so focused..I um..didn’t want to interrupt you.” Her silky sweet voice echoed in the empty room.

“O-oh um, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-I-” Luke stuttered and she smiled, drying off a mug in her hands. 

“It’s okay. I like the company, it gets lonely when it’s just me in here.” She admitted and brushed a lock of hair out of her rosy cheeks. “You’re in here everyday.” She stated and Luke looked down at his feet in embarrassment. 

“I like it in here, it’s warm, the people are friendly, it’s quiet. Home isn’t very quiet. I live with 3 dumb ass frat boys.” He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. 

“Understandable. So,” She walked over to him and sat at the chair across from where he normally sat. “What’s your name?” She gestured towards the chair and he stumbled over his own legs and collapsed in the seat, making her giggle. 

“Luke.”

“Luke..wait..are you in my art history class?” She perked up and Luke’s heart raced because he figured that he was invisible to a beautiful girl like her. 

“Y-yeah, I sit a couple rows in front of you.”

“You’re friends with Mikey right? We grew up together.” 

“I wouldn’t say friends, he’s one of my roommates.” He laughed awkwardly. 

“If he’s giving you a hard time I won’t hold back punching him, I’ve done it before.” She grinned and he watched as the excitement in her face turned into concern. “Seriously…he can be an asshole if you need-”

“It’s fine, he’s actually pretty nice to me. He makes me breakfast sometimes.” Luke said and she started laughing. 

“It’s weird, I’ve been to Michael’s house a million times, but I’ve never seen you.”

“I’m usually here. Or in my room I guess..that’s probably why.”

“Well, I’ll let you um, get back to it then.” She stood up and grabbed the mug off of the table and walked back into the kitchen. Luke sat there a bit stunned, because this was the first conversation he’d ever had with her, and it just made him even more infatuated.  

“I’m actually gonna head out!” He shouted and she poked her head out of the door.

“Oh, okay! Well, see you tomorrow?”

“Of course.” He blushed and she nodded. He pulled his coat tight to his body as he stepped out into the cool October air. He clutched his bag and walked quickly down the dark streets. 

“Oi!” A loud shout from behind him made him automatically freeze in place at first, but then he picked up his pace. “I’m talking to you Hemmings!” 

“Shit shit shit shit” He muttered to himself and before he could start running he was shoved hard from behind, making him almost fall on his face. 

“The fuck do you think you’re doing talking to my girl! I see the way you look at her you sick fuck!” Greg was the known head jock at college, football quarterback and complete fucking asshole. Luke could not and would not believe that Y/N would be seen anywhere near that shithead. 

“I didn’t know you were with her man, I swear.” Luke put his hands up in surrender, the guy behind Greg, another member of the football team grabbed Luke’s arm and another grabbed the other one, tossing his bag into the gutter, splashing into a puddle. This is when Luke was really happy that he already emailed his 3000 word essay to himself. Well, he was happy until Greg full on punched him square in the stomach, making him choke on the saliva in his throat and tears well in his eyes. Greg punched him in the gut again, but harder this time. Luke thought he would die. 

“Aw, is baby gonna cry? Can’t take a few hits like a man?” Luke prepared for another hit but before he could, blood from Greg’s mouth flew at him and landed on shirt. He saw her, standing there with an accomplished look on her face and blood on her knuckles. Greg tumbled to the ground and the other guys immediately let go of Luke to go help him. Luke hunched over to catch his breath. 

“What the FUCK!” Greg shouted at her and she shrugged. 

“What? Can’t take a few hits..like a man?” She winked at Luke and kicked Greg in the balls hard with the toe of her boot. “Last time I checked, I wasn’t your girl, and I’ll never be. So leave Luke the fuck alone, he hasn’t done anything wrong. If i see you or any of your minions lay a hand on him again, I’ll tell Mikey and Cal.” Luke’s lips turned up into a smile as he remembered that Michael and Calum were bad boys first and frat boys second, he remembered seeing Calum pull a knife on a kid who he saw hit a girl at a party. 

“Fine, have fun with the fuckin nerd. Call me when you want to fuck a real man.” Greg squeaked out, causing her to roll her eyes. She marched straight over to Luke and put her arm him to help him stand properly. 

“C’mon.” She whispered and picked up his bag from the street, slinging it over her shoulder. 

“Thank you.” Luke said quietly. “That was..embarrassing..”

“3 guys jumped you. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ll bring you home.” She walked him over to a car that was parked on the side of the road and helped him in the passengers seat. They drove in silence, just the sound of the radio playing softly and the sound of Luke’s ragged breathing. “We’ll get Ash to look at you when we get there. Did you know he was in pre-med?” 

“N-no actually, he never mentioned it.” 

“Well he is. He thinks that telling people will ruin his reputation.” She chuckled. “Those guys are like my brothers, and if I tell them to look after you, they will, okay?” Luke nodded. She turned into the driveway and shut off the car. Getting out and helping him to the door. “Mike! Cal? Ash! Anyone here?” Suddenly loud thumping from upstairs turned into loud thumping right in front of them on the stairs, the 3 boys all running down with huge smiles on their faces. 

“Y/N!! What are you-” Michael started saying.

“Holy shit Luke man! What happened?” Calum furrowed his eyebrows.

“Greg and his fucking idiot minions jumped him. Ash please take a look at him, make sure he has no broken ribs.” The anxiety in her voice made Luke feel a bit queasy. 

“Of course, Mike help me.” Ashton and Michael helped Luke over to the couch and layed him down. “Mate take your shirt off for me.” Luke’s cheeks burned red as he looked over at her. “It’s not like she hasn’t seen a guy shirtless before, come on, let’s go.” Ashton urged and Luke pulled his shirt off, he peered over at her and Michael was leaning into her whispering something, he could see an evident blush on her cheeks and Michael started giggling. “Shit,” Ashton cursed and ran his fingers over the sore spot on Luke’s abdomen, making him groan in pain.

“Ash!” She panicked and he chuckled. 

“I’m not hurting dreamboat here, relax. He’ll be fine, no broken bones as far as I can tell. Just going to be hella sore.” 

“Better play nurse then, mm maybe you should by a sexy nurse costume-” Calum teased and she punched him on the shoulder. 

“I’m sure Lukey here would love that.” Michael raised his eyebrows and Luke cleared his throat, glaring at him. 

“Would you leave him alone? He just got beat up.” 

“Whatever, glad you’re fine dreamboat. Now go kiss it better Y/N.” 

“Michael!” She whimpered and nudged him. “Be useful and go get him some ice, and a cup of tea.” Michael gestured for the other guys to follow him and Luke started to get nervous of being alone with her, so exposed. She kneeled down beside the couch and ran her fingers lightly over the bruises forming. “I’m so sorry that this happened because of me..I should have been there earlier I-”

“It’s okay..really..I shouldn’t have been..it’s fine..” 

“I heard what he said to you..about the way that you look at me. I see it. I don’t think you’re sick. I think you’re beautiful.” She breathed out, inches away from his lips. Her eyes flickering from his lips, to his chest. 

“Are we..interrupting something?” Calum laughed and leaned again the doorway. It was like she snapped out of a daze because Calum’s voice made her lose her balance and fall over on the ground. She started hysterically laughing and Luke felt like throwing up from the pure beauty that radiated off of her. He had never met someone that made him feel this way, and he hoped that maybe, she feel the same way. Even if that was a long shot.


OKAY this was kind of random but I needed to write, also let me know if you guys want a part 2???

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Non-Magical Hospital! Drarry AU
Draco Malfoy is the temperamental ER doctor who only wants to get through his nightshifts in peace while Harry Potter is the flirtatious Pediatric doctor from the fourth floor that just won’t quit until a certain snow-haired doctor agrees to a date. Or five.
(this is only a preview of sorts so please expect a full-length fic sometime in the future!)

“Potter, didn’t I tell you?! No is no! Someone stop this bleeding, stat!” Draco shouts over the frantic commotion. The ER is especially busy tonight; there was a massive three-car pile up not too far from the hospital and it seems as though half the city is flooding into the cramped space, much to Draco’s dismay.

On the other hand, Harry Potter, pediatric doctor wonder isn’t fazed at the site of blood and gore in front of him at all. In fact, he rather looks amused.

“I’m not asking for a life-time commitment, Malfoy. I’m only asking for your company. Just a couple of hours between us and a delicious meal. And maybe a couple more if things go in the right direction,” Harry winks and Draco would have gagged if he wasn’t already preoccupied with trying to stop his patient’s bleeding. He presses his gloved hands harder against the open wound and throws the most menacing glare he can at the other.

“Listen, just because you’re the hospital’s dreamboat with your white teeth and your green eyes, doesn’t mean I have time for you. Now, get out because you are a distraction,” Draco hisses. He hears Harry chuckle through the yelling.

“I’m pleased to have you call me both a distraction and a dreamboat. I’ll get out of your hair for tonight, but just know that this isn’t the last you’ve heard from me.”

And with that, the coal haired man pushes himself off the wall he was leaning on and offers Draco a two fingered salute before making his way out the ER. Draco’s jaw drops, mind going blank, and feels a sudden clamminess on his palms.

He isn’t sure if it’s from the blood or the way Harry’s bottom looked in his trousers.