he's so strong and kind

i honestly bow down to louis because i don’t know how the fuck he gets through the day without breaking every glass object in sight and punching every wall and screaming out every window at the top of his lungs in complete and utter rage at how fucking scummy his situation is with these nasty fucking stunts and his disgusting useless team that won’t do jack shit for him

fsajlfdsaljkdsfl the entire thing makes my blood boil and i’m not even in the situation so i genuinely have no idea how he manages to deal with this day in and day out while still remaining so strong, kind, humble, and optimistic

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Episode I: Qui-Gon Jinn:  << part I >> << part II >> << part III >> << part IV >> << part V >>

do you ever think about how when the younglings first see anakin enter the temple in rots, they’re just so relieved, even though they’d been trying so hard to be brave, bc this is anakin skywalker, and if anyone can help them survive this, it’s him and master kenobi. and even if he isn’t master yet, all the younglings know he will be soon, so really they might as well call him that now, he’s already so strong and brave and kind and always smiles at them and stops to really listen if they ever ask him something. and something’s stirring uneasily in the back of their minds, but that’s probably just the darkness that’s saturating everything, and all the terrible deaths around them, not master skywalker—

Deep Sea mermaids

Alrighty; its been quite a while since I’ve made a post, but here’s one anyways.

So, I have a bad habit of Astral Traveling when I’m in the middle of class; I don’t know how, but hey, it happens. Anywho, a few days ago I went “deep-sea fishing” I guess, and ended up in who knows where at the bottom of the ocean. There I met a cool boy; his name is “A”, and being the nosy little butt I am, I knew that I would likely never run into anybody as pretty as this boy again, so I jumped on the chance to ask him as much about his species as I could.

He was nice; really smooth and pleasant voice; you could fall asleep to this thing, it was like a lullaby when he spoke. Hit record and I’d be out.

Anyways, his species, a type of deep sea merfolk. I drew out some pictures as to what he looked at as more of a guide for you guys to see what I mean.

He had this kind of Opal-escent like skin; it reflected at the smallest amount of light; again, he was beautiful I swear. His ears were kind of like fins in a sense, apparently they doubled as sonar receptors; meaning he could pick up deep sea chatter. His eyes though were real cool. There are two kinds of eyes that he said that he had.

The first was one that he used when he went into shallower water or to the surface (I really don’t think he goes up there a lot tbh).  Like us, hes able to see in bright light; go figure. But here’s the cool part.

Now when he goes back down, in the dark, a sort of second eye lid covers his eyes. Apparently it acts as a protector for them if hes ever attacked, but it also allows him to see in the dark better than if he didn’t have that kind of skin on. It acted like an eye patch; you know, how a pirate would cover one eye so that if hes ever fighting, he could uncover the eye and see in the dark if he were to go from a sunny place to a dark place; kinda like that.

So I bet you’re asking whats up with his neck, so, he has skin obviously; but from below his jawline; to part of his upper chest he has some thin scales. They for a kind of upside down triangle, and from what he told me, it glows in the dark when hes looking for a mate. And beneath that, he had some large gills. Now there we would have our lungs obviously, but he has the large gill covers that are in threes. It reminded me of a shark, but apparently they’re different.

Now to his back. It has 6 fins; that generate electricity. They’re sort of rounded, but also have small spines where they connect to the back. They can also pick up vibrations in the water since they’re so sensitive, and they act as tiny propellers in a way.

His fins were white; sorry about the image its a bit big; but if you zoom in you can see my little notes. Ok, so from below the stomach and organs and such, I don’t know why you can only see his bones but that’s apparently how it works, you have this little transparent spot on his fin. It ends about halfway through, but it glows in the dark so that they can see on the sea floor. In a sense I guess its like how jellyfish down there generate their bio-luminescence or something. A’s fins were rounded, not split, so he was a strong swimmer, but kind of slow. They looked flat but pretty strong, but still a fish fin, not like a Ray or anything. His large fin was white too; so he was just this white fish boy who never saw light lol.

In the dark this is how it looked.

He was pretty cool; and seemed friendly enough. Again, the prettiest boy I’ve ever met, so if you ever decide to go down there, try to find one of them. Although, I don’t think all of them would be as friendly as he, so still be careful; some things down there will scare the living daylights out of you.

anonymous asked:

Sportacus gets extremely sick, he's so out of it from the fever he wonders around lazytown, walks back to his air ship, and robbie watching this display goes and takes care of sporto!

Another ‘Sporty is sick’ prompt! Y’all can be so mean to the boy XD

Sportacus was in a daze. Some part of him knew that he was in Lazytown and that it was very late at night, but that part of him couldn’t quite push past the fog in his head. He felt horrible. His chest stung with ever inhale and his head pounded against his skull like it was trying to escape. An hour ago he had woken up like this and dropped into town for some medication.

He was still trying to find the ladder back to his ship.

Where had he left it? It had to be around here somewhere.

Had he checked behind that wall? That house? Whose house what that even. Why couldn’t Sportacus’ remember?

Maybe if he just sat down for a second. Anywhere would be fine. He just needed to think…

“What are you doing?”

Sportacus opened his eyes. He was lying in the sports field, as far as he could tell. The plastic bag of medication from the store was wrapped around his wrist.

“Don’t ignore me, Sportasleep.”

Blinking sluggishly, Sportacus tilted his head to look up at the speaker. It was Robbie, squatting next to Sportacus and glaring at him. Sportacus reached a hand up and poked Robbie in the cheek.

“You should smile more, Robbie.” he said. His voice sounded strange, even to his own ears. But he was just so tired of Robbie being mad at him all the time. Or maybe he was just tired in general.

Robbie frowned down at him, “Are you sick or something?”

Sportacus pouted. That wasn’t right. He reached up with both hands and tugged at the corners of Robbie’s mouth, “No, I said smile.”

“Yup, sick.”

The world spun a bit and Sportacus squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them again, he realized Robbie had picked him up.

“Lying around town is my gig,” Robbie said, “Let’s get you inside.”

At least Robbie didn’t sound mad anymore. That was a nice change of pace. Sportacus leaned against Robbie’s chest, “I didn’t mean to steal your gig,” he said into his vest. No wonder Robbie liked to sleep so much. It sounded like the best idea in the world to Sportacus.

He heard Robbie sigh and felt him begin to walk, “This is going to be a long night…”

discordeddovahpony  asked:

Lol, I see that you're a big DBZ fan

You have no idea….

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again There are many anime shows out there that I say have waaayyy better stories (FMA brotherhood, Attack on Titan, Cowboy Bebop, etc) than DBZ but it all comes down to this. As a kid I was severly picked on by buff kids because I was a chubby anime fanboy. they would make fun of my dbz shirts and say I would never look like them and then they slapped me around trying to test me, Beat me up, and just made fun of me. I’d come home and feel so horrible but then I would watch Toonami and DBZ and seeing a character like Goku who was buff and strong but so kind and treat everyone he was stronger than with respect and as equals really touched me. I wanted to be just like him so I said if I ever got strong and buff I’d be just like him. Basically DBZ was there when i needed it . when i was just so depressed and I will always love it over any other anime I see just for that. I will love this show until my soul travels on.

And the fact there is a new Series coming out had me like 

It helped my Youtube as well haha https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCFBBFuhQc275ISHIQnkzSZg

i know people feel like they messed up how magnus showed alec his cat eyes and ruined another first for malec or whatever but i completely disagree i love that it was shown in the way it was with magnus being in charge and just showing the lightwoods and being like “this is who i am” and alec’s little peak of interest… loved it

Macchiatto

Pairing: DeanxReader

Summary: You decide it’s time for Dean to try some of your “fancy” coffee. Of course, Dean can be quite picky, and sometimes it’s best to choose your battles. Sometimes.

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Word Count: 1042

Warnings: Not much! a wee pinch of angst, overall pretty flangsty

A/N: She’s baaaaaaack! After an out of the blue hiatus, I’m finally semi-active again! I figure a little Dean fic would make it up to you all. I haven’t written in three months, so I may be a little rusty. Still, I think this is pretty cute, so I hope you enjoy. And (have you missed hearing me say this all the time??) FEEDBACK IS SOOOOO VERY APPRECIATED!! EVEN JUST A LIKE!

“Adventure in life is good; consistency in coffee even better.”
Justina Chen, North of Beautiful 

Your name: submit What is this?

“What the hell is a macchiato?”  

You stood hand in hand with Dean in front of a too-happy barista who awaited your orders pleasantly. Dean always teased you about your “fancy” coffee habit. You figured it was about time he gave it a try himself. Dean tended to stick to his ways; you figured with the havoc his life was filled with, he would take whatever consistency he could get. You were just glad you were a part of that comfort to him.             

 “Shh,” you replied, swatting at Dean’s arm gently. “Not so loud. It’s like a latte but not mixed up, I think.”             

“You’re paying two dollars more for them not to mix it?”             

You shrugged. “Essentially.”            

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Drabble to go with this piece commissioned from @askbroodyelf, and a short break from writing another massively long fic that seems to never end.

Cole suppresses another sigh.

Humans really could be so complicated, making their lives so much harder than they needed to be.

It is so obvious - he had seen them sneak around each other at Skyhold, stealing glances and hearing Cullen’s thoughts so clearly whenever she was near, filled with want and guilt and fear of losing her –

resist, she is not yours, you alone cannot demand her attention

and she laughed at what he said, fingers grazing his armour –

so strong, so kind, I want him so much

It had taken months for them to take any steps at all, and Cole had to listen to their thoughts about each other nearly constantly. If only they could hear what he hears and just do what they want. Cole is frustrated because now, even after all the stuff before in Skyhold, they are doing it again, denying what they really want. The army is one day away from Fort Adamant and Cole has noticed that everyone’s thoughts have become particularly loud.

Kilastra sits at the fireplace, surrounded by friends but thinking of one in particular. She knows acutely where he stands, just over there with his men, firelight dancing over his features and he is thinking only of her, back hunched, half-listening to the stories his men are telling.

do I tell her, we could die tomorrow, she could die tomorrow – maker, I can’t

and she thinks

will it hurt him for me to stay with him, should I really add more burdens, I don’t want to hurt him

Cole is sitting next to Kilastra, he feels her worries acutely, they radiate out from her as the anguish coils in her chest and so he reaches out and places a finger on her wrist, startling her out of her thoughts:

“You should go to him. He wants you to.”

Kilastra blushes brightly, but she looks at Cole out of the corner of her eyes and says:

“Really?”

Hope blossoms from her, soft and pink and warm. It makes Cole sigh with relief.

He smiles at her, reaches to touch Cullen’s mind and says, “She is like sunlight, making everything brighter by her presence, warm and kind and maker, maybe I am in too deep…”

“Okay, Cole, you can stop –”, Kilastra says, her blush even brighter now and Cole knows she sounds stern but her heart is happy, beating fast.

Cole watches satisfied as she gets up and goes to him. Cullen pretends not to hear her coming, pretends he isn’t aware of every movement she makes and when she asks “do you have a moment?”, his heart leaps into his throat and he thinks for you I have everything, but he says “Of course” and they make their way out of the camp together, shy and nervous, their hands itching to touch but restrained.

As they turn the corner and out of sight he hears –

maker please keep her safe, I love her, I love her, I love her

oh yes Cullen, I need this, need you more than anything

Lips sliding together, desperate hands and desperate love and a bright, burning joy.

Cole smiles as the rest goes silent.

I really love Street Kings!!!! I mean,Keanu Reeves plays such a cool character…Tom Ludlow is a complicated character full of doubts but at the same time strong.He has his problems:his wife’s dead and he is an alcoholic, he follow only his rules but in the end he always do the right thing! He acts like he doesn’t care about everything and he is so badass….
I love him!!!

spindlethief  asked:

Angst prompts - “I never meant to fall in love with you.”

Cullen Rutherford x Evie Trevelyan
Post-Trespasser Angst - 1009 Words


“I’m not sure if I ever told you this, but I never meant to fall in love with you.” Cullen remarked in a casual tone from the bedroom doorway. He had been lingering there for nearly an hour, watching the gentle rise and fall of Evie’s chest while trying to find something to talk about. After several topics came and went without a word being uttered, he finally settled on a story. Evie loved stories. And she told him once that his were amongst her favourites.

Leaning his broad shoulder against the doorframe, Cullen heaved a pensive sigh. “At first it was because you were… well, you were our prisoner.” He explained, a light smile touching the corners of his lips. “I couldn’t very well confess that I fancied the unconscious women chained up below the Chantry. I don’t know who would have throttled me faster, Cassandra or Leliana.”

With no reaction coming from the bed whatsoever, Cullen flattened his back against the open door and tucked his hands between the carved wood and the small of his back. “Then you were the Herald of Andraste.” He told the ceiling. “Chosen by the Maker to save us all. I wasn’t worthy of you.” Cullen glanced over when he caught movement in the corner of his eye but the spark of hope he felt was extinguished when he saw Evie was still lying with her back to him.

“And the more I got to know you, the more I knew I was right. I wasn’t the right man for you. Honestly, after Haven I had begun to believe no one would ever be good enough for you.” He sighed again, turning his eyes back to the ceiling. “You were perfect - are perfect.” He amended emphatically. “So kind and gentle. And strong. Even though you never thought you were. You have a strength of character like none I have met before and none I have since. You are and always will be a woman beyond compare, Evie.”

Cullen’s smile grew as he thought back to those days. To the woman Evie had been then: so timid, so unsure. But eager to help in any way she could. She had been so sure she would fail, though, having to be coaxed into even trying to be the leader she would later become. It had been her beauty that had drawn his eye but her spirit that stole his heart.

Pushing off from the door, he moved the side of the bed and took a seat. “I never meant to fall in love with you. I never thought it was possible that could ever see me as more than a commander, maybe even a friend.” He lifted his hand from his lap, about to place it on her shoulder but stopped himself with a sigh. “But I couldn’t stop myself from loving you. And when you returned my affections… Maker’s breath, it was as though my life had finally begun. Everything had been leading up to the moment you blessed me with the gift of your love.”

Unable to stand the distance any longer, Cullen finally reached out and placed a gentle hand on Evie’s left shoulder. “Please, love. Just look at me.” He begged as he applied pressure to her shoulder, trying to make her turn.

Evie attempted to shrug off his touch, curling further into herself. Her right hand wrapped itself tightly around the remainder of her left arm as she tucked her chin closer to her chest, hiding her face from his view. “Please, Cullen.” She croaked in a pitiful voice. “Just go.”

It was a plea he had heard more times than he could count in the months since the Exacted Council but it didn’t hurt any less even now. There had been a time when she would beg him to stay, a time when she promised she would never leave. Those days seemed so far away now.

Doing his utmost to hold back the tears stinging his eyes, Cullen gave Evie’s shoulder one last affectionate squeeze before rising from his perch. He moved to the door with slow, forced steps, not wanting to leave her side. When he reached the doorway, he turned back to watch Evie’s shoulder shake with her muted sobbing. The sight tore through him, rending his heart into a million pieces. He wanted nothing more than to return to the bed and hold her in his arms. He wanted to kiss away her tears. He wanted to put all her pieces back together and return her to the Evie he had fallen in love with. But what he wanted paled in comparison to what she needed. And what she needed was to find her own strength once more. She could do it. Even if she didn’t think so, even if she thought she worthless without the help of others, he knew she could. She had always been so much more than she thought she was. She only needed the time to find it within herself.

“I never meant for any of this to happen. I never meant to fall in love with you.” Cullen whispered. “But I have, and the Maker Himself could not stop me from loving you, Evie. I will go for now but when you are ready, I will be here. I will always be here for you.”

After making the laborious journey down the hallway to the kitchen, Cullen took a seat at the small wooden table. He sat in still silence for several moments before he realized his tears had spilled over and were down pouring down his cheeks. Slowly, he lowered his head to the table and pressed his forehead to the smooth wood. Covering his head with his hands, he allowed pain-filled sobs to rack his entire body, giving in to the anguish he had been fighting to keep at bay since the moment Evie had lost her arm and he had lost his wife. He could only pray that one day she would return to him.


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bodhi rook: in memoriam, and something more

Bodhi Rook is at the center of the universe for the last part of his life, and for years after it.

In a different world: years after there’s a price on his head, when he’s been with the Resistance for a while, when he’s more sure of his place, his confidence is the quiet kind. People will pass him standing next to Cassian, a small smile on his face, and their backs will go a little straighter, a silent tribute to his silent strength.

In this world: years before he’s in the thick of things, when he’s still on Jedha, quiet in his corner of the universe, he crashes a speeder. His heart’s stretched too thin over his skin; he can’t stop shaking from how much he wants, and he’s full to the brim with desperation and something rough and sharp and too much like the jagged glass shards scattered around him.

He watches someone scan the mangled speeder and tells himself this is why he didn’t make pilot. He looks at the ground and tells himself that the failed test was an accident, that he wanted to fly for the Empire more than anything. He tells himself to forget how much he had just wanted to fly, any way he could, but how little he wanted to do it for the men looting his planet—looting his home. He looks up at the stars and tells himself to forget how much he wanted to be up among them, silent but not still, with no one watching.

I can’t, he thinks. I can’t do it. I can’t forget.

But he can pretend; he can repeat the right words to himself enough times to make them stick on the tip of his tongue even if they stick nowhere else. He can talk enough to drown out what he’s saying, can string together lengthy chains of unnecessary thoughts to hide the ones he isn’t supposed to have.

I’m scared, you made me scared, but he didn’t capture me—I came here myself. I defected. I defected! He’d take the distrust, the doubt, the skepticism. He’d take it all twice, thrice, a hundred times over, if it meant he could do something. If it meant he could help. Bodhi Rook may have only ever doubted himself, but he refuses to let that stop him.

Do you have a family? I have a family. Families were important, Bodhi knew, even when he knew nothing else. Both the ones of blood and the ones of choice—of circumstance, of common goals, of shared triumphs, of suffering split to ease the pain. Families, with their hope and love and cracked dreams, were what drove the universe, he thought.

Rogue. Rogue One. He sees K2SO’s arm, sees the Empire’s symbol printed there, and wonders what it means that he feels this kind of kinship with a droid. He pauses, hesitates, then shrugs; family is family, after all. He sees Chirrut Imwe smile and returns it quietly, and senses how the same city’s air has seeped into their skin year after year, in a way that Bodhi can’t lose even after so much time away.

He sees Cassian Andor, too. Sees the steel in Cassian’s spine and the resolution in his eyes, and the way their lives have run alongside each other, similar but never touching until Bodhi defected and they met. He sees how Cassian’s hands are not just confident, but comfortable, on a ship’s controls. The way his touches linger a moment too long on everything when he flies, as if he wishes he never had to do anything else. Bodhi can understand that—has felt his hands do the same thing since the first time he flew a ship. He sees Cassian and hopes that one day they both have the luxury of flying without something vicious on their tail.

For now, he focuses on this hastily cobbled together team. Bodhi has been on his own for years, doing his best to survive, because everything else would only come after he managed that. And he has survived, carefully and worriedly and terribly and in ways he isn’t always proud of. But it’s nice, he thinks, to finally have people who would help him if he needed it. To have family again.

You always talk, but you say so little! Learn to listen, Bodhi Rook. He remembers his mother’s words, and almost sees the lines of her face soften as she smiles, almost feels the warmth of her fingers as she tucks his hair back. His mother would be proud of him now, he thinks. He pauses at that thought, reevaluates. No. No, she wouldn’t—she had been proud of him regardless, had believed in him when he was still crashing speeders, still talking too much and saying too little. He is the one who’s proud now, Bodhi thinks. Proud that he has given weight to her faith in him.

In a different world: Bodhi Rook would have gone on to become a flight instructor. He would have helped train pilots for the Resistance, would have been patient and attentive and so, so good with his students. He would’ve taught Finn how to fly, would’ve smiled quietly next to Cassian as they watched Finn grin and bait Poe Dameron into a race. He would’ve seen the two ships leave twin arcs over the base, would’ve shaded his eyes and bet Cassian donuts with wakeup-call for a week that Finn won.

In a different world: Bodhi Rook would have helped manage the Resistance intelligence networks, too. He would have been there when Finn landed on their base, would have been there for the ones who came before and after Finn, from different parts of the Empire. He would have known some of their confusion as his own, would have understood their lives before defecting, would have smiled and shared the story of his own journey, would have laid parts of himself bare for them if it helped.

In a different world: Bodhi Rook would have left his legacy in every member of the Empire who was brave enough to leave, and in every member of the Resistance who was brave enough to fight.

In this world: he didn’t go on. In this world, Bodhi Rook died with his ship. Like a pilot should, he thought, in some small part of him that wasn’t busy thinking other things. But this world’s Bodhi Rook left the same legacy, even if he wasn’t there to see it. The Resistance still honored him and told his story, defectors still learned his name and stood a little taller, and Finn still took the old carefully preserved holos from General Organa and decided he would like to learn to fly an X-wing.

In a different world, Bodhi Rook was many things. But he was many things in this one too. I brought the message. I’m the pilot. He was a pilot, a messenger, a catalyst. He was unsure of himself and yet so very sure of what he fought for, of those around him. He was kind, and strong, and so, so brave. He was a pivot point for the rebellion, a story of success, a pillar of courage for those who came after him. He was hope.

In this world, he was enough.

Seokjin: Seokjin would be calm, more relaxed, same with his wolf so he wouldn’t frighten you. He’s a strong Alpha. His heart is kind but when it comes to protecting the people he loves he is vicious and never loses a fight. Imagine you were being cornered in an ally by an unknown assailant. He would be in his wolf form and slowly approach you. You see him but the attacker doesn’t. You can see in his eyes that he wants you to remain calm. You know he will protect you from any harm. He slowly but menacingly reveals himself from the shadows and positions himself in front of you and then he charges your attacker. You close your eyes so you don’t see the carnage. When he finishes off the person putting you in harms way he would change back to his human form, tell you to open your eyes, look at you with a calm smile, and hug you tight while whispering in your ear that he loves you.


Yoongi: It was a time of war. They were in a battlefield and you, being the stubborn person you are, we’re in the middle of it all. General Yoongi being your alpha, you wanted to be by his side and help him in any way possible so you snuck into the camp and set up a tent for yourself to be near him. He knew you were there, he could sense your presence and he was fine with that. That was until an enemy infiltrated the campsite and tried to lay his hands on you. Yoongi could feel your distress from the bond you have. He signaled Namjoon and ran to your tent as quickly as he could. Yoongi pulls you quickly from your attackers arms and passes you to Namjoon who turns you around and hides your eyes from what Yoongi is about to do. No words were spoken as Yoongi approached the enemy soldier with the deadliest look in his eye. He quickly changed into his wolf form and ripped out the throat of your attacker. He payed the price for laying a hand on the mate of General Min Yoongi. After a moment of silence you realized you too had to face your punishment for sneaking into the campsite during a dangerous battle. But, later you realize punishments from your alpha weren’t too bad, and maybe you’d get into a little trouble more often.


Namjoon: You were kidnapped. Namjoon knew something was wrong because he felt his wolf crying. He knew you were in danger. He would be frantic trying to figure out what to do and how to get his precious mate back in his arms. He would change into his wolf form and search for your scent like a madman. But once he found where you were being kept locked away he would come up with the most intricate plan to get you out. He’s known for his wisdom and knowledge. Namjoon’s able to sneak you out of the compound you were being kept at through the air vents without your kidnappers knowing what had happened. After he ensured you were safe he takes your place in the cage you were held in and once your kidnappers returned to check on their prisoner the last thing they ever saw were the yellow eyes of a black wolf lunging at them. Namjoon made sure that those men never saw the light of day again.


Hoseok: You went missing. And he knew exactly where you went. Being the leader of one of the most dangerous packs around is no joke. It’s funny though that he was known as a ray of sunshine, the light that shines the way. He would make the weirdest noises or movements to make sure that the people he cared about were happy and smiling just like him. However, if his loved ones were in any danger? There would be hell to pay. A pack of rival wolves stole you away in the dead of night leaving Hoseok an absolute wreck. He was in tears from the moment he realized you were missing. Yoongi tried everything he could do to calm him down. As Yoongi held Hoseok in his arms, Hoseok’s expression would suddenly turn from a look of fear and sadness to a look of absolute rage. Everyone knew to stay out of his way. He couldn’t control his anger. The thought of you being in the hands of those mongrels was something he wouldn’t tolerate. He, and he alone, went to the rival pack and destroyed anyone who got in his way. He cleared the path straight to you. What the rival pack didn’t understand was that they shouldn’t underestimate the beautiful smile he held on his face. At the end of the day, he was a symbol of strength, not only in positivity to his pack but also his strength showed in the way he fought and protected. That’s how he became a leader. When he finally had you back in his arms he started crying while he kissed every inch of your face saying, “Baby I love you..I’m so sorry y/n…Forgive me I couldn’t protect you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”


Jimin: Your insane ex-boyfriend decided to kidnap you. He thought that if he took you away he’d be able to convince you to come back to him. But as you continued to refuse he went mad. He started to torture you. But little did he know who’s mate he was messing with… Park Jimin, his face would be the definition of a beast. Contorted in anger and rage. He would be the most terrifying person to be around if you were in any form of danger and everyone knew not to get in his way. He could feel your pain as he searched for you, following your scent to a bunker that your ex had built to keep you in. He could hear your screams as he approaches and it made his blood boil, his eyes turning red. Jimin would barge into the bunker and be the most graceful, terrible, beautiful thing you had ever seen as he somehow gently removed your restraints and placed you near the exit just as quick as he had your ex pinned to the wall, threatening his life. Once he made sure that he had gotten his point across, all of his attention was on you. He lifted you into his arms and held you tight, promising never to leave your side again.


Taehyung: Coming from a family of mobsters had its perks. For Kim Taehyung, aka V, he was able to live in the lap of luxury, wear his favorite Gucci clothing items at all times, he was able to shift from his human form to his wolf form doing whatever he pleased, he had the most delectable and amazing mate, he was soon going to take the role of leader of the pack, and no one messed with him or his family of Alphas. Everything was great until the one day that someone tried to rip his world from under him. That someone was a half brother that Taehyung never knew even existed. But he was enraged that Taehyung would be receiving everything in the world that he could possibly want when he was discarded and forgotten. While V could never understand what his supposed brother went through, he empathized with him. He felt bad for what he had to go through. But he made a terrible mistake. He kidnapped you. Taehyung was shaking with rage when he received the ransom note for your safe return. He became a total disaster. You are his life and the thought of loosing you is too painful to bear. He made a vow to make sure that you would never be harmed and you would always be safe and protected with him. He made sure to keep that vow. His half brother was keeping you in an abandoned warehouse filled with betas waiting and willing to do his bidding. But they were not prepared for the hell that would be unleashed by Kim Taehyung. He may have had his family name under his belt but V also had connections of his own. His own ARMY was by his side as he fought his way through the warehouse to get to you. His roar could be heard for miles as he let out his rage on anyone that stood in his way. He finally found you, you were injured and laying on the floor of an empty room. His wolf slowly approached you, whining because of his concern for your well being. You could hear him and reached out to him. Taehyung curled around you and you could feel the warmth of his fur as he gently licked your wounds away.


Jeongguk: Jeon Jungkook was the youngest but most skilled assassin of his time. He knew his profession was a dangerous one but not only was it exhilarating it paid good money too. You being his mate knew what he did and what he was capable of but never asked questions because you and he both knew that to discuss what he did at odd hours could also put you in jeopardy. Jungkook’s profession never stopped you from loving him though. Granted his job was the most terrifying thing because you never wanted him to someday disappear but you loved him and he loved you. It was a ride or die lifestyle and besides you always had a thing for bad boys. But everything changed the day that you disappeared. A client had put out a hit on a powerful and corrupt business man. However, the business man knew the threat against him and he had heard of the skill of the young assassin. He had dug deep and began to have Jungkook followed. This lead them to you. They figured that if they held you hostage they could make Jungkook drop the assignment he was given and change his loyalty. But they underestimated the wrath of the powerful alpha. In the pack of assassins he was the strongest and most agile. And the love of his life was in danger. Your kidnappers weren’t very conspicuous seeing as they held you in a building owned by the man he was supposed to kill. Jungkook’s stamina and agility allowed him to be swift and quiet as he made his way to you. He took out the enemy and his guards one by one, quickly and quietly. They were all dead the moment the idea of taking you away popped into their heads. The businessman was his final victim. He made his presence known, storming into the businessman’s office and suddenly holding him by his neck. He gripped it tight enraged and he watched as the life left the corrupt man’s eyes. Afterwards he continued to search the building for you. As soon as he found you, he ran to you. You were tied up but unharmed. He held you so tight. He looked into your eyes and made sure to remind you that he loved you more than anything in the world, you were his moon and stars, and he would always be there to protect you.

anonymous asked:

For UT, UF, and SF skelebros with a SO that always put others before themself. Like they always help, try to cheer others up, and make others happy no matter their mood or how they feel, but hides their feelings pretty dang well. Putting on a pretty convincing fake happiness act.

Sans:  He’s not going to call you out on something like that, especially not something that he’s guilty of himself.  He assures you that he’s here if you want anything.  Not that you can’t handle it, he’d just be happy to take some weight off is what he’s sayin.  If they say they’re fine, fine, but he at least discourages going out of their way for him.  And he keeps an eye out for ways to lighten their load without them noticing.

But this goes farther than a simple matter of workload, he realizes pretty fast.  They’re not just too helpful, putting others before themselves, they’re putting themselves last.  And then he realizes that they don’t just smack on a smile when they’re overworked.  That fake smile flips up all the time.  Whenever they’re secretly unhappy.  And that shit ain’t flying.  “i’m not gonna sell you out ta everyone else, but i can’t just sit here and pretend i don’t see how you really feel.  isn’t there anythin’ i can do to help?  you do so much babe.  please, let me do something for you.  i want to.”

Papyrus:  He knows.  Papyrus always knows, at least on some level.  He is not blind, but he closes his eyes.  But on this… he never acknowledges it, yet he doesn’t brush it off either.  This is just like Sans, you have the same smile, and so he does the same for you as he does for his brother.  He makes your life better in a thousand little ways, subtly every single day, disguised so expertly behind his general… Papyrus-ness you have no idea he’s doing anything at all.

Red:  He calls you on it as soon as he notices, his own smile strained.  “nah, no fake ass smile for me.  you wear yourself out for other people, but ya need ta worry about yourself first, not last.  … tell me what’s wrong sweetheart, maybe i can help.”

Edge:  It takes a long time for him to notice, and when he finally does he feels horrible for missing it all this time.  The two of you are supposed to flow together like silk, no mismatched seams or loose threads, winding together in perfect harmony.  And yet such a glaring problem went unnoticed for ages.  But what can he do?  He does for you what he does for Sans; cleverly hide assistance and aid in the guise of his normal abrasive behavior.  It is the Papyrus way.

Black:  He doesn’t notice that you’re struggling until you’re already falling apart.  When he realizes what he’s missed he’s… no, he’s not shocked.  Not that he missed it, he knows his numerous and awful failings, that he is the absolute worst.  Not noticing something like this is just classic him.  But he is surprised that his amazing, steadfast S/O was struggling so and still stayed so strong.  He praises you for your power, and your kindness, but please love… rest now.  He will take it over from here, he swears it.  It is the least he can do.

Puppy:  Good luck.  He doesn’t hide his troubles behind a cheerful facade, but he doesn’t let on when he’s struggling either, and he puts all others before him always.  You especially are prioritized.  Putting him first is an uphill battle at the best of times and he will force you to care for yourself.  If you’re doing paperwork he lifts you right out of your chair and puts you to bed.  You need rest.  If you’re stressed he draws you a scented bubble bath.  (He stole one of Black’s bath bombs.)  Climb in of your own volition or he throws you in.  You aren’t pushing yourself beyond your limits or past your feelings on his watch.

Today’s excellent character of the day is Sam Winchester from Supernatural!

Sam Winchester is a good boy. He just wanted a life outside of hunting monsters, but when that plan fell through he was willing to go back to the hunt for the sake of the greater good. He has sacrificed himself so many times for other people! He is sweet, strong and kind, and has a strong moral compass (which his brother does not always follow). He’s incredibly intelligent and usually the “brains” of their operations. Sam is so good. I’m gonna cry. Keep on being excellent, Sam!

Adam Driver’s Face

This is my attempt to explain the beauty of Adam Driver’s face: CONTRAST.

Anyone familiar with art principles knows that contrast draws attention and is visually pleasing. It is a tool artists use to direct a viewer’s gaze.

Adam Driver’s face has layers of contrast:

Light/dark: Pale skin contrasts dark hair

(also, light and dark sides of the force for Kylo Ren)

Hard/soft: prominent brow ridge, aquiline nose, pointed chin, and broad shoulders contrast with the flowing curves of his hair, his soft jawline, his rounded ears, and his large, round eyes

Masculine/feminine: masculine features of brow ridge and deep set eyes, adam’s apple (deep voice), large nose, broad shoulders, and facial hair (usually) contrast with feminine features like long eyelashes and large round eyes, paler skin, long wavy hair, fuller soft lips, and a softer jawline

Typical beauty/ugly: Large ears, large nose, long face, contrast with full lips, large eyes, broad shoulders, and luscious hair

The contrast in Adam Driver’s face (and even his personality and most of his characters) is what makes him so appealing. He is strong yet vulnerable. He is intense yet kind. He is awkward yet elegant. He is relatable yet mysterious. He is languid yet bursting with energy. He is intimidating yet endearing. He defies categorization and definition. This is what draws attention to Adam Driver. This is why he has such presence. This is why people can’t stop looking at him.

I also would like to draw special attention to some certain features of interest.

EYES: Huge and watery and deep and dark round surrounded by luscious dark lashes. Both size and roundness draw attention and create interest.

EARS: Their roundness flows perfectly into the waves of his hair.

LIPS: Pink and full and beautiful.

BEAUTY MARKS: Both endearing and beautiful. They add additional contrast to his pale skin and adds variety and interest to the symmetry of his face.

FACE LENGTH: A long face adds an additional height illusion to his already impressive height. Both his long face and height give him a thinness that contrasts with the bulky muscles of his perfectly toned body.

And now, there is just one last reason Adam Driver’s face is so beautiful: he has a unicorn soul, a heart of gold, and a reflective mind of bottomless depth. Like, he is just a really great person and you can see it in his eyes, okay?

Can I talk about Yuri Plisetsky for a sec?? The 15-year-old boy who sold his soul- his words not mine- to get a gold medal. Who’s worked his butt off to get to where he is. Who would sacrifice his body and soul to win a gold medal.
The 15-year-old who was raised by his grandfather (according to the wiki his mother wasn’t very involved, no mention of the father) and moved to Saint Petersburg alone, like where was he even living before moving in with Lilia??? On his own?? I doubt anyone would rent an apartment to a 15-year-old. With Yakov?? Unlikely but possible.
This 15-year-old kid who would do literally anything to win, who loves cats and is rude and abrasive but deep down cares so damn much about the people he’s close to.
His training with Lilia makes me a little uncomfortable because yeah, I think she does care about him in a way, but she worked him hard, had to literally break him to get him where she wanted. I don’t want to say she’s a bad person, and I know nothing about sports, but the whole thing seems very extreme. She and Yakov both kind of take advantage of how much he wants to win; if he wins it helps their careers too. Yeah, we also see them being parental towards him, but since we don’t see much about Yuri’s training it makes me wonder how hard they had to push him. I’d say pretty hard based on his physical and emotional reactions after he skates. Both times we see his free skate, we see how hard it is for him. This first time, he physically breaks down, the second time he breaks down emotionally. He was under a tremendous amount of pressure. And remember how he went totally blank during his short program at the Grand Prix? Not good.
Anyway, I love this precious boy, he deserves a nap and a hug and all the cats he wants.

anonymous asked:

Idk if you are still taking soulmate prompts?? But if you are, could ya do 5 or 7 for nurseydex??

7. the one where you and your soulmate share an emotional link.

Will has never had a panic attack before, and the first time he does, it hits him like a truck. 

What makes it worse is that it’s not his fucking panic.

He’s seen the research–he knows that it takes incredibly strong emotions for them to actually go through the soulbond link. Prior to actually getting to meet his soulmate, he mostly thinks they both got screwed: he gets sweeps of sadness and emotional numbness so heavy they make him want to sink into the ground and disappear, and his soulmate, he knows, probably gets Will’s waves of anger, the hot and fierce flares of the temper he’s never really learned to control.

When he and Nursey actually meet, the bond flaring to life between them in a spiral of color and feeling so strong it made Will see stars, he still kind of thinks they both got screwed, since his temper and Nursey’s irritability pile up on top of each other and make everything worse. Once they stop fighting and start kissing, though, it gets better.

Except right now, his chest has gotten suddenly tight, and he barely has time to think oh, fuck, Derek before he’s gasping for breath, anxiety rushing through his veins and making his knees buckle. 

“Dex!” Chowder grabs his arm as Will tries to take in air. “Are you okay?”

“I’m,” Will chokes out, groping for his phone. “Fuck. Nursey. Call Nursey, something’s–” He sucks in a breath. “Something’s–wrong.”

His legs feel weak, and Chowder helps him sit down on the steps of the engineering building as he takes his phone, tapping at the screen for a moment before pressing it to his ear. Will tries to focus on breathing, but he feels like the world’s closing in on him.

“Just breathe, Dex, okay?” Chowder’s hand is firm and grounding on his back. “You’re okay, you’re–oh, hi! Holster? Why are you answering Nursey’s–” Will drags his head up, as Chowder cuts off, listening with a worried frown. “Oh. Okay. Okay.” He tightens his grip on Will’s shoulder, even as Will’s chest starts to slowly, slowly loosen, his breathing coming a little easier. “Okay, I’m glad you guys were there. Yeah, we’re gonna come home now. Thanks.” 

He hangs up, looking worriedly at Will, but Will’s breathing again, now, the whirlpool of anxiety slowly fading. “Are you okay?” 

Will nods hesitantly. He feels shaky and shitty, but he can breathe. “What,” he manages, still a little winded. “What happened? Is–is he okay?”

“He’s okay.” Chowder hands him back his phone. “He went into the coat closet to try to get something down for Bitty and got locked in.” 

Will winces. Nursey’s claustrophobia doesn’t rear up often, but when it does, it’s usually messy. He rubs his chest absently. “Fuck, that sucked,” he says. But Nursey’s anxiety is gone, leaving behind only a deep, unsettled worry, and that’s his own, he realizes, his skin itching to get back to the Haus, to make sure Nursey’s okay with his own eyes. “Help me up?”

Chowder pulls him to his feet. “Hey,” he says. “If you want, I can teach you some of the stuff I do for Cait when she gets anxiety attacks?”

It’s not really what Will’s expecting him to say, and he blinks, putting his phone back in his pocket. “I, uh,” he says. “You think it’ll happen again?”

“I don’t know,” Chowder says. He smiles, though. “But the first thing you asked me was if Nursey was okay. So it kind of seems like whether it’ll happen again or not, you wanna know how to help.”

And–

Oh.

Well.

It wasn’t how he planned to come out, or how to let someone know that Nursey’s his soulmate, but he can’t really say he didn’t expect it to end up being a mess. Honestly, though…

“Yeah,” he says, surprising himself a little with the curl of warmth in his belly at the idea of not hiding anymore. “That’d be good.” 

His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he pulls it out to see a text from Nursey.

hey. did something just make you weirdly happy?

Will smiles before he can stop himself. 

yeah, he types back. sit tight. i’ll tell you when i get home.

Nursey’s response comes in a moment later. can’t wait.

Will glances at Chowder, who grins and bumps his shoulder against Will’s.

Weirdly happy, he thinks. Strong enough to get all the way through to Nursey.

Maybe they’re not so screwed after all.