his hilarious voice


i don’t know how it’s possible to be THIS soft but he sure is


David Suchet’s Poirot joke on the Doctor Who Fan Show, May 6, 2017 [x]

seefin  asked:

Okay so you know the way Draco is written in some fics as being a lovable weirdo? Kind of an oddball? Kind of an odd egg? Can u pls do a reclist for this particular brand of Draco n I'll love u forever xxxxxxx

YESSSS. ODDBALL!DRACO IS MY FAVORITE EVERYTHING. Look, I have a serious thing for this particular characterization of Draco. In fic, Draco is often the elegant suave flirt. But not oddball!Draco. I don’t know if you all know what I mean by that, but it’s like… he’s pointy, he’s a bit odd, maybe even eccentric, VERY endearing (like cinnamon roll precious), slightly awkward. And he completely owns my heart. Here you have my faves ft. him. ♥

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi (57k)
Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.
(Everything I love about the oddball!Draco trope is right here in this fic. He’s so precious, awkward, adorably proud of his muggle knowledge, he’s kind to old people, and he researches ridiculous things. This has wonderful writing too!)

The Way Down by lettered (65k)
Harry is overwhelmed by his own power and fame and angst, so he’s become a hermit. Draco Malfoy is tired of the melodrama.
(This Draco is a sweetheart, he’s got social anxiety and he tries so hard, it doesn’t always work out for him but he means so well. I feel for him, this amazingly sweet dork who’ll drink hot chocolate with a straw and can go on about Pygmy Puff classifications for ages. I love this fic so much.)

Only For The Lucky by SunseticMonster (63k)
Things seem to be going well for Draco Malfoy after the war. He’s working as a professor at Hogwarts and makes the papers all the time for his charitable contribution to Muggle causes. But when Malfoy is rushed into St Mungos hospital for a psychotic break, Healer Potter realizes that Malfoy’s success is not all what it seems and sometimes luck can have more than one meaning.
(Oh wow, I could write a novel about why I adore Draco in this. There’s his supreme cuteness, his social anxiety that tugs at my heartstrings, his fascination with electrical plugs, all of it. So many new headcanons.)

Here’s The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (49k)
Harry thinks “Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?” is a much simpler question than, “Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don’t, what will you do?”
(Is this the creator of oddball!Draco, because I think it might be? He quotes muggle movies, makes dramatic impressions, sings Christmas carols, and Harry thinks he’s barking mad but also completely irresistible.)

Clear as Mud by scoradh (9.9k)
One could be said to have stretched the term ‘friends’ rather far.
(Aaagh, this fic hurts so good and yet. Draco sulked for an hour after Harry removed the mushrooms growing in the stairwell of his run-down house. He’s a total oddball and has all these quirks and Harry is so so in love.)

The Guise of Forgiveness by SunseticMonster (23k)
George’s new potion has caught the interest of the entire Auror Department, thanks to an article by the elusive Draco Malfoy. So, when Harry sees Malfoy in the middle of a panic attack, he attempts to make amends as a ploy to find out what’s really been going on.
(Oh this Draco, who bakes his own biscuits and has anxiety and is all-around awkward and lovely. He’s so sweet in this and I’m so proud of him.)

And an Owl Named Romeo by Rickey (26k)
Draco breeds owls, Harry’s an Auror, and an owl named Romeo is going to bring them together.
(As if the idea of a Draco with cute little owlets isn’t enough, this one sends snarky letters and is frankly HILARIOUS. Love his voice in this, love it allll.)

Currency by blythely (31k)
Harry wasn’t at school any more, nor was he fifteen. He was a successful merchant banker with a flat to die for and an owl who loved him. And he wasn’t going to get into a pissing match with a stick-fiddler who’d always driven him mental.
(This fic is full of melodramatic!Draco and I loveeee it. He’s a total geek about wands and wandlore, and he and Harry have such passion.)

Analysis of Eat Jin+Mandaggo Vlive last year in Osaka

…anon asked me to do this some time ago, sorry it took so long! This Vlive happened day after that weird “Tae disturbing naked Jungkook”, and for me, it’s even more interesting ^^ This is going to be quite long (it’s like an episode from some drama, I swear); still, I hope you’ll enjoy it!

The Vlive starts with Jimin, texting someone on his phone. We hear „buzz“ for few times, then Jimin puts the phone aside and greets us.

He explains he’s going to do Mandaggo show. (Mandaggo is the show he did with Taehyung few times before, it was about dialects/accents.)
Jimin dramatically reveals that the show was almost cancelled altogether. „Why?“ He laughs, amused+bitter. „You know why?“
…And, here it comes, it’s 1 minute, 49 seconds into the Vlive and Jimin starts to be petty about Taehyung. „Kim Taehyung said he won’t do it anymore. SO I SAID „DON’T DO IT THEN.““ And he’s alone today.

He starts to wonder who should he invite. Jimin claims he just started to think about it. 

„Not Kim Taehyung for sure, even if he’d come, I’ll lock the door.“ He mentions Hobi and Suga… for different reasons, not good choice either. (Or course not, because it’s not them who he wants to do the Vlive with.)

He praises Jungkook, good maknae, he’ll come for sure if Jimin will text him. So he says: „I’ll text him now.“ And he does just that.

Suddenly Jimin’s phone starts buzzing like crazy. Jimin is shook. His face then spreads into pleased evil shock and he laughs and yells in disbelief.
„Let’s see what V wrote me,“ says Mean Jimin, very amused. Tae spams his phone with messages about the Vlive and asks him if he can/should come. „Why so suddenly? Why he texts me? That doesn’t make sense. Would you believe that?“ 

Tae obviously texts Jimin because he saw – as he said later – that Jimin started the Vlive and probably also that Jimin accused him of not wanting to attend.
Jimin obviously finds it hilarious, his voice trembling with how much fun he has now. And it’s only 4 minutes into the Vlive. For second – or is it even third time now? – time, he repeats he won’t let Taehyung in even if he comes.
„Taehyung wants to join Mandaggo, that’s what he wrote me. Wtf? I don’t like that!“ Mean girl Jimin is laughing madly and throws his phone on the chair in front of him.

What kind of reaction is that? Jimin, you told us Taehyung doesn’t want to be on your Vlive, yet we hear 261 buzzes of your phone and Tae wants to come. It’s YOU who is pissed about this situation and don’t want him to come. Well, I’m not a psychic, but from what I see it wasn’t like Taehyung didn’t want to come so you said not to. I feel like it was more like you had a fight with him and refused to let him on Mandaggo. But… let’s continue.

Jimin is enjoying himself now and he shows us book he bought. We still hear his phone buzzing in the background. For a while he randomly talks about dialects and laughs about it on his own, when someone’s at the door. (It lasts for like a minute. Yes. There’s a whole minute of Jimin, doing Mandaggo on his own after he bished about Tae, before Jungkook joins him.)

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The Idea of Us (Daveed x Reader)

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Thank you so so so much to @linmanuclmiranda @love-doesnt-discriminate @icanneverbesatisfied and @pixel-pisces for editing this and reassuring me that it wasn’t total crap.

Requested: yes!

“May I request 41 or 38 with Daveed Diggs?”


38) *runs into the room screaming and jumps onto someone’s back* PIGGYBACK RIDE!!

41) Okay, what the hell is an OTP, and why are we theirs?

Summary: “You know I’ve always liked the idea of us being together.” The three times people thought you were dating, and the one time you did something about it.

Warnings: swearing? (i don’t remember), drinking, insane amount of fic cliches

Words: 5603 (wow, okay)

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“Yo, yo, yo!!! Get ready to have your lives become infinitely better due to my presence.” Daveed smiles when he hears your familiar voice echo throughout his New York City apartment.

“Y/N!! Get your pretty ass up here. We’re in the studio,” he yells down the hall before turning back to Rafa. “So, is that going in the bridge, or did you want to add it onto the first chorus? Because I’m confused on how that would work.” You walk into the small studio Daveed built into his home. You stop in the doorway and look on with admiration, seeing their passion for the subject they are discussing so clearly etched on their faces.

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cranes in the sky | vylad and cadenza

summary: i gave myself 20 minutes to write a quick character study between vylad and cadenza based on a random song on spotify– and i wish i could write more but i love how this came out

a/n: anyways i love writing cadenza being able to yank people’s chains but never can push vylad’s buttons lmao. it’s never mean spirited tho. 

“You look absolutely dreadful.”

Pulling her scarf away from her head, he watches as fiery curls fall out from under and a dazzling smile that sparkles, toothy and wide. Cadenza didn’t even bother asking to come in— though she angles her limbs with poise and grace, it doesn’t mean she couldn’t drop the act when it suits her. Like now.

He makes a noncommittal sound, acknowledging her presence but nothing more, eyeing her carefully as she shuts the door behind.

“This place is filthy,” she comments, bending down and in her hands, a tunic crumple and desperate need of washing. She cringes at the smell that hits her, tossing it to a corner, continuing to inspect the room, “how do you live like this?” Truthfully, I don’t do much living. But he doesn’t answer, because she only speaks in rhetorical when she judges—and the way her blue eyes look around distastefully, she’s doing a critical job as well.

Maybe that’s why he never bothers kicking her out when she comes. He couldn’t care more if she’s Irene, much less a Lord—his personal space is his personal space, a statement he makes when somebody overstays their visit. As she picks her away through the room, touching his belongings and… the belongings that weren’t his but might as well be at this point, he never could bring himself to say “Go” in the soft tone that make most hesitate and abide his simple dismissal of their presence.

Frankly, even if he tries, she would probably regard him for only but a moment and shakes her head, replying “No.”

Rubbing the dust off her fingers, she gives a sigh as she delicate sits on the bed edge, neatly folding her hands in her lap and she quirks a smile.

“Passivity bores me, Vylad.”

He notes how dark the bags under her eyes is. “Does it now?” he considers her a moment, before shutting his eyes, “I don’t usually respond to childish jabs.”

She huffs out a laugh. “Humor me, for a moment; we do this every time.”

“No, you do. I simply sit and either listen you fret,” he sticks up one finger, “nag” another finger, “or, as you are doing now, says statements both true but meant to get a rise,” he says bluntly, holding up the last finger.

“Okay, okay. You made your point,” she pushes the hand back down, and he could hear the scowl as she talks, however good-naturedly she actually takes it, “but I’m actually not here to bother you.”


“I’m here to talk.”

His eyes flutter open again, a grimace already on his lips. “News reaches you fast.”

She laughs again, though hollower than normal and a tinge of annoyance to it as she turns more to him, “Matters of my brother and his love ones are one of top priority to me, as you’re aware.”

“Not a proper thing to have as a lord,” he lightly chides.

She shrugs, “A criticism I often hear but I take it over being cruel and power craving, should I not?” she smiles momentarily. “Now, will you humor me?”

He inclines his head to the side, looking her in the eyes with feign half-interest; but what little she knows of his body language, she knows this means he’s considering what she says.

“Good,” she smiles bitterly. 

He sighs, already regretting the choice. “Is it now?”

Irreconcilable Differences [Jason Todd Imagine]

warning– locked in a small room

The night Jason and you met was a night you’ll unfortunately never have the pleasure of forgetting. You were walking home in the city when the Batman flew lowly over your head on a grappling hook. Startled, you lost your balance a bit and stumbled. That was when the Red Hood went running at full speed in your direction, possibly chasing the Batman over some family feud. Jason didn’t see you standing there, and ran into you like a 200 pound bull, knocking the wind out of you and sending you plummeting to the concrete.The Red Hood fell on the ground next to you onto his stomach. 

“You jackass!” You yelled at him.

He rolled onto his side to look at you through his red mask, “You weren’t even paying attention! I thought you were going to move!” His voice sounded squeaky  and distorted, meaning he had probably fallen face first into the pavement, the thought made you laugh. “Why the hell are you laughing? Are you deranged?” He ridiculed you as he got onto his feet.

Suddenly, a large black figure landed next to the two of you. Quickly you recognized the Batman. He helped you onto your feet and scolded Jason, whose helmet made his voice sound hilarious. You couldn’t stop laughing, and Jason seemed to get more and more irritated. The Batman was whispering something to the Red Hood discreetly until Jason’s helmet malfunctioned when Jason responded and you heard loud and clear,

“What do you mean I have to go back to the manor, Bruce?” 

You jerked your head up and stood in disbelief at the name you had just heard, “Bruce? Bruce as in B-Bruce Wayne?” 

Bruce and Jason looked at eachother then back at you. 

“Oh shit,” Jason’s helmet squeaked in a chipmunk voice.


It has been two years since that night, and everything’s changed. Bruce decided to take you in as an apprentice, having limited options. You gained 3 new brothers and a Jason. After all this time Jason and you still never get along, and constantly argue about everything. Last month, Dick once said you two sound like an old married couple, which led to a brawl in the living room between him and Jason. Today you were watching T.V when Jason came in, took the remote, and changed the channel in the middle of the premiere of your favourite show. This caused you to pummel him repeatedly, but he still refused to give you the remote back.

“Why are you such a douchebaguette?” You yelled as he knocked the both of you off the couch, leading to you rolling around on the floor fighting for the remote.

The insult caught him off guard and sent him into a fit of laughter. Bruce sprinted into the living room, wondering what all of the yelling was about. He groaned and pulled you and Jason apart off of the floor.

“What is wrong with the two of you? You both are adults, start acting like it!” Bruce berated you both.

Jason kept roaring with laughter as you yelled at him. Finally, Bruce had enough and dragged you both into the coat closet. He threw you and Jason in, and locked the door. 

“Neither of you are coming out until you sort out your irreconcilable differences,” Bruce said before you heard his footsteps leave.

“Oh dear God! He actually locked us in a closet!” You freaked out when you jiggled the doorknob, “This is all your fault!” You said as you turned and pushed Jason, who didn’t budge.

He stopped laughing and had a straight face, looking down at you. The closet was the smallest one in the manor, and you two were pushed uncomfortably against eachother, chest to chest. You started to breathe heavily, realizing just how tiny the closet was. Jason was unsure of how to comfort you, so he nervously took your hand. He rubbed his thumb in circles on your palm, which was strangely calming.

“Why are you trying to help me?” You said in a quiet voice.

Jason looked into your eyes for a long 5 seconds, before blushing and looking away. You’d never seen him so nervous before, and it was almost heart-warming to see that under that taunting exterior, he was just as awkward as everyone else.

“Because I…,” Jason hesitated, “I really, really hate to see you upset, [Y/N],” Jason whispered.

“You do? Then why are you always so mean to me?”

“Ever since the lazarus pit…well I suppose even before that, I’ve had trouble expressing my feelings. It’s hard for me to show my love, it’s easier to hate. I guess what I really mean to say is..I’m-I’m sorry. I’m genuinely sorry for ever hurting your feelings,” Jason stammered, “and while I’m doing all this confessing here, I… I love you. wow. I-I can’t believe I actually said that,” Jason sighed in relief.

You stared at him for a good minute in disbelief of his actual feelings, “Y-You do? You really do, Jason?”

He nodded and blushed, running his hand through his hair awkwardly. Without another thought, you slammed your lips against his hastily. He stumbled back a bit, but caught his footing and kissed you back. “I….love….you….too,” you said between kisses. He grabbed your waist and slammed you against the door. You grabbed the handle for support and twisted it, which opened the door and made you both fall out into the living room and onto the floor. You and Jason were surrounded by the family, who were in tears from laughing. 

Bruce shook his head, leaned over to Alfred and shrugged, “I guess they settled those irreconcilable differences.”

anonymous asked:

With the lazybones: SO wear their jacket mimicking the skeles, acting and speaking like them as a joke, just to have some fun. How do the boys react?

Oh my stars that’s cute~

He thinks its funny and cute. Watching you trying to match the deep tone of his voice his hilarious to him. And how big his hoodie looks on you? It’s golden. He can’t help the grin on his face getting wider.

He’s very flattered. Just look at you, you’re him now! He’ll act humble about it, almost tsundere, but it’s just so adorable that he’s giggling. He can’t get enough of it.

Oh shit. You’re cute. He’s blushing. You’re pretending to be threatening and stuff? Absolutely adorable. He’s chuckling nervously. It’s great. From then on, he let’s you wear his hoodie as often as you please. Because seeing you in it makes him feel like he’s on top of the world.

He’s gonna be all tsundere about it, pretending he doesn’t like it. But damn, he’s so flustered about it that he’s stumbling over his words. He’s turning red. He’ll calmly ask for his scarf back, then try to put some space between the both of you for a bit while he composes himself. Because he was not expecting that.

He’s blushing hardcore. He’s humbled. He’s at a loss for words. Seeing you in his bandanna is just so cute! And it looks so good on you! Like Papyrus, he’s giggling the whole time.

He can barely take it. He’s laughing his nonexistent ass off. Whenever you try to pull that while he’s around, he’s almost gut-laughing. This is the best thing you’ve ever done. But when you least expect it, he’ll be returning the favor later on and imitating you.

H-HOW DARE YOU IMITATE THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE SANS? He’ll take Edge’s tsundere-ness and multiply it by 10. He’ll act insulted. He’ll act like he hates it. He’ll even forcefully take his bandanna away from you and storm off. But his blush is giving him away.

He just blushes softly and chuckles. He’s at a loss for words. It’s just too cute for him. What did he do to deserve you?


Okay, so, I’m not an English speaker, but I’m trying to write an English fic. However, I’m really bad and I was wondering if someone can give me advice or whatever!!! I will post part of what I’m working on under this! Please can someone tell me how it is objectively??????


It was that moment. That moment that determined all. Izuku had crazy eyes, a weird twisted smile and the laugh of a psychopath. Katsuki was scared; he wasn’t even conscious of what was happening. All Might was on the ground. Dead. And in his mind he couldn’t think about anything he could do to change what was happing.

“Eh Kacchan, isn’t it hilarious?” damn his voice. Full of hate. Todoroki was standing next to the blonde, asking himself how it was possible that Izuku, the golden boy of class 1-A was in that state. How all of that happened?

“I used to be useless, you told me that the only good thing I would have done for society was dying…” Ochako’s eyes were full of tears, and her glance was moving from Deku to Bakugou. Did he really say something like that? Why would someone encourage death? Someone who wants to become an hero?

“Look what your words have done now” Izuku’s hero costume was full of blood, and Kirishima can see a bit of tears from the green-haired guy. All of that was insane. He wanted to fix it some way. But All Might was dead. His body was in front of them and he wasn’t breathing anymore.

“Look what you’ve done, Kacchan,” Izuku opened his arms, breathing noisily feeling proud, everybody else just wanted to vomit “I used to be no-one, weak, pathetic, but now… oh, Kacchan, how to say in words you can understand?” Bakugou had this urge to punch him until he stopped to breath. To hurt Deku the same way he was hurting everybody else. Because even though he was a piece of shit, there must be a reason why he turned like this.

“Now I’m a motherfucking star boy” and then he punched the ground again, and they collapsed.

Chapter 4

Series summary and masterpost here.

Summary: Dean visits Bobby and gets a surprise contact from Sam. You receive a dreaded call from Gordon and have to decide where to take your hunt next. 

Characters: Reader, Kubrick, Gordon, Dean, Bobby, Castiel 

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: none

A/N: Phew! The troublesome chapter is done. Thank you to @impala-dreamer for looking it over for me and being honest about the quality. She’s a great beta, guys. Also, we have a couple appearances from favorite characters! Yay! Hope you guys enjoy! (If you’re wondering where Sam is, don’t worry, we’ll get more of him in the next chapter!)

The next morning, at exactly six twenty-two, before the beaming morning sun had a chance to pierce your eyes, a shrill ringtone came from your cell phone and jolted you awake. After you gathered your wits, you slapped your hand onto the bedside table and fumbled around until your fingers met the blaring device. You lifted your hand, preparing to throw it across the room until you saw the caller I.D. You groaned, remembering why you had picked this annoying ringtone for this particular caller.

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[Narr: Hanyu’s smile creates such a strong excitement for the photographer]

Photographer: Let’s stand up one more time, aaaa wait, that’s good too! Please be still a little bit, this is also good!

Photographer: Wait, wait! I’m REALLY sorry, it’s really good right now (Yuzuru laughed like there’s no tomorrow) I don’t want to stop here!

I: How was the photoshoot?
Y: Well, I was nervous! (there was a camera “click” sound, he froze for a moment and laughed so hard once he realized his reaction)

The photographer was hilarious, his voice and how he apologized why keep taking photos XD