his smile is just something else

anonymous asked:

This might sound dumb but I love how different alex's smile is when he is with the monkeys or with miles than when he is with someone else (like interviews or whatever). Like, his smile is always so cute but there's something about the way he smiles when he is with any of them, like his face literally lights up and there's that genuine happy smile idk

That’s not dumb at all, you can totally tell when he’s genuinely happy and his smile is real, especially when he’s around Miles, I think this is when his face truly lights up, even when he’s not smiling, he just seems happy when they’re together.

I think that although he tries to put on a persona sometimes, he’s actually very humble and down-to-earth and this is why he can’t hide what he feels (even when he really tries).

Regardless of which smile it is, it’s literal sunshine and the cutest thing in the world!

Jumin Drabble

Jumin in love is a marvelous sight to behold. Normally he’s just the straight faced corporate heir but in love he’s something else completely.

At work his employees have noticed he’s a lot less strict than he had been and a lot more lost in thought. He’s also much more sympathetic to his father’s dating habits and feels he understands him much better now. Sometimes during meetings he’ll mouth his love’s name before smiling. Everyone at the company at this point have noticed but only giggle to themselves about it. He hasn’t been working on cat projects at all and because of that the company is doing very well for itself.

In the RFA obviously Jumin’s been a lot more lovy dovy in the chat room but for some reason Zen feels as though because of MC he can get along with Jumin much better. Jumin is always excited to talk to you and everyone can tell. He’s very open and expressive (Yoosung kinda likes to see that side of Jumin- though the whole lovy dovy thing can get a bit tiresome)

With you, Jumin always looks at you with a mixture of adoration and lust, only holding back for the sake of being a gentleman. After a long day of work Jumin is excited to see you, hold you– he’s not usually the hugging type but with you he has trouble holding back when he hasn’t seen you all day.

If he’s had a particularly exhausting day at work, when you greet him at the door he’ll respond with a tight hug, resting his head against the side of yours memorizing the way your hair falls around your features, as if sculpting you with his eyes. Simply watching you move around normally makes his heart flutter. He’s utterly mesmerized by you and truly thinks he could watch you for hours.

I want Keith to notice something’s up with Lance. I want him to notice how Lance’s eyes don’t light up nearly as bright anymore as they did before, how his smiles seem strained and fake, like he’s putting up a mask for everyone else’s benefit.

I want Keith to find Lance one late night back in the control room looking at the map of stars and somewhere in there is earth.

I want them to talk and eventually Lance starts pouring out his insecurities.

And all the while Keith is just looking at him confused and he interrupts Lance and starts spilling out about how great Lance is, and how he really is the team’s sharpshooter and pretty much the heart of their team and if it wasn’t for him none of them would be where they are now with Voltron and a family and just…everything.

And he doesn’t realize he’s gone off on a tangent until he stops and his breathing is labored and he realizes it’s gone quiet and the overdue anxiety comes back tenfold as he realizes Lance is silent.

He chances a look up to see Lance with eyes shining and watery and he could’ve sworn he saw a blush across his cheeks too but he’s not given a second glance before he turns away, face burning, hoping what he just said didn’t ruin whatever tentative friendship they had before.

And he’s pretty sure his face is burning when he feels soft lips press against his cheek and hear a small thank you and Lance is leaving the room quickly with his shoulders hunched and fists clenched in embarrassment. And Keith is just sitting there definitely sure his face is the same color as his lion but he holds up fingers to press against the spot where Lance kissed and before he knows it he’s up and running to catch up with Lance.

  • Fandom: I just want them to kiss..
  • Yoi writers: Done.
  • Fandom: then how about cheers for Yurio-
  • Yoi writers: Done ✔
  • Fandom: and pLS DON'T KILL THE DOGGO
  • Yoi writers: He's alive and love his master
  • Fandom: what
  • Yoi writers: as bonus we add smiling Yurio and an almost marriage proposal
  • Fandom: but we-
  • Yoi writers: Want anything else?
  • Fandom: ...how about Yurio have a friend?
  • Yoi writers: Done ✔ ✔
  • Yoi writers: And bonus: the engagement of Yuri and Viktor, and confirmation that Pichit really shipp them
  • Fandom: Is that the heaven

Imagine 8th year harry and draco getting past their animosity

and one night when harry can’t sleep he’s wandering around the castle and stumbles upon draco who also had nightmares, so they kind of just start walking around the castle together at night when they both can’t sleep, and at first they walk around silently but eventually they start stilted conversations that turn into hesitant smiles and then easy banter

and then one night during their walks they come across the mirror of erised, and harry automatically knows what it is, even if the mirror’s image has changed to include a blond standing beside his parents. It makes his heart ache, that he desires something else that is so out of his reach, so he tries to ignore the ache and instead he asks draco what he sees, just a little curious, and draco just gives him a droll look and says “what do you mean, what do i see? it’s a mirror, potter, obviously i see you and me”

4

What really got me about this scene was the fact that Scott and Stiles were the only ones who got that extra special meaning to this part.

Scott wrote A.A. to represent Allison, his first love. And Stiles saw the D.H. that symbolized Derek, made him smile, revealed that he did indeed miss Derek.

Now, based off of canon, it would have only made sense for Scott to get this meaningful addition to his part in this scene since Allison was canonically his girlfriend and anchor so his actions were only natural. And if not just Scott alone, it should’ve been the entire pack or at least Scott, Lydia and Stiles who got something else in this part.

Yet, only Stiles and Scott were singled out. They were the only ones who felt something that ran deeper than writing their initials as a reminder that they were there in BHHS.

Scott, as stated before, put Allison’s initials which was a clear message that he never forgot about her, that she was still there with him, at least in his mind.

Stiles saw the D.H. and smiled at the thought of Derek, at the remembrance of him.

It really makes me wonder just how important Derek really is to Stiles. Like, does Derek mean as much to him or almost as much to him as Allison means to Scott?

This scene was able to broadcast a lot about the developed relationship between Stiles and Derek, but maybe there’s a possibility that there was a hint or deeper meaning that wasn’t noticed.

Remember Me

Summary: You knew Sam when you were eighteen years old, and now you run into him again.

Word Count: 2300ish

Warning: Smut, angst

A/N: Not gonna lie. Taylor Swift’s Wildest Dreams came on in my car and this is what happened. Oops. Hope you enjoy!


“Sam? Sam Winchester?”

The man turns around, lips breaking into a nervous smile as his eyes focus on you instead of the boxes lining the shelves of the cereal aisle. “Y/N? What are you…I mean, hi.”

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Dating Sherlock Holmes would involve...

Originally posted by iamfire355

  • “I hate you less than I hate everyone else.”
  • “Aw Sherlock, that’s so sweet.”
  • Him trying to act annoyed when you solve something before him, but not being able to stop smiling because he’s so proud of you
  • Sherlock giving you his scarf whenever it’s cold
  • Not a lot of PDA, but at home if he’s in a bad mood or feeling down he’ll just collapse on the couch next to/on top of you and fall asleep for hours
  • Always holding hands on cases, which gets difficult sometimes when you’re both trying to examine different parts of a crime scene
  • You and Mary teaming up to gossip about John and Sherlock
  • Mrs Hudson doting on you, since she can see how happy you make Sherlock
  • Sometimes he accidentally upsets you, because he’s not the most emotionally understanding boyfriend out there
  • Whenever he does upset you, he sits outside your bedroom for hours until you’ll talk to him again, constantly talking about how stupid he was and how amazing you are
  • Sherlock having to physically restrain you from attacking Anderson and Donovan when they’re putting him down
  • He tells you it doesn’t bother him and that you don’t need to defend him, but he’s secretly very touched by your loyalty to him
  • Whenever things are getting dark or tense around the flat, you’re always there to cheer everyone up and lighten the mood
  • You’re a strange couple, but you work together perfectly

A/N: If you want to give me feedback or request something, my ask is here!

But y'all imagine with me for a second a scene that’s not even centered on Malec but the camera pans over to them and they’re standing there lost in their own little bubble, Magnus’ arms around Alec’s neck and Alec holding Magnus tenderly by the waist and they’re laughing about something one of them said and Alec leans in and presses a kiss to Magnus’ forehead and Magnus beams at him, his smile full of love, and he takes Alec’s face in his hands and peppers quick kisses on Alec’s cheek and is smothering him with love and Alec is laughing joyfully, his cheeks rosy and his arms still around Magnus’ waist as Magnus continues pecking him on the cheek, the two men only having eyes for each other and are so in love that they get lost in another world when they are with the other.

photobook ➻ newt scamander one shot

Title: photobook

Prompt: Imagine your s/o is an immortal and you find a photo album full of pictures that look scarily like you from different time periods

Character: Newt ‘cinnamon roll’ Scamander  

Rating: T

Author: @porpentiny (me) 

Ok so lil bit of a modern au here, but I don’t really go into it so, yeah whatever.



When you started dating Newt Scamander, you had noticed his lovable little quirks; like how his eyes crinkled when he really smiled, or how he would leave his wand hanging from his lips when his hands were occupied, or how he knew how to calm any creature–including you–down. How he was always gazing at you for just a second too long, and how when his fingertips brush your soft skin, he’d always smile as if he knew something nobody else did.

You also noticed the polaroid camera he was never seen without.

He didn’t actually use it until you began dating, and ever since you did, he was always taking photos of you, scribbling down the year and place on it and without even letting you glance at it, it was pocketed and his arms were around your waist, mumbling an ‘I love you.” before you could ask to see it. 

You had yet to see any of the photos, and no matter how many times you asked about them, he would always just smile and shake his head, saying something along the lines of ‘my album isn’t quite finished yet, love, but when it is, I assure you that you can see it.’ which you never understood because he was always taking photos of you, and you didn’t know how many more his worn old album could take.

“Why do you take so many photos of me?” You questioned one winters day while you sat in-between his legs on a rich carpet, the heat of the coal fire dancing across your skin with his arms wrapped around you in an embrace with his chin on your shoulder.

“Because you’re beautiful,” He whispered, with a delicate kiss on the tip of your ear. 

It wasn’t until you were down in his case, searching for something in a clutter of mess, that you found it, hidden in a box, beneath an array of scattered newspapers, with dates on the front pages that you weren’t even alive for.

You opened the lid of the box, only to be met with a tattered old leather photo book, bursting at the seams with hundreds of pictures practically begging to be looked at. A mess of photographs littered to bottom of the box, as well, but you didn’t dare focus on them.

You slammed the lid down, sending newspapers flying in a cluster around you. You couldn’t. You shouldn’t.

But, something inside of you was desperately calling for it, so you slowly removed the lid once more with trembling hands and placed it ever so gently against a newspaper.

You reached into the box and when your fingertips brushed the cover, you instantly recoiled. This was private, Newt said he would show you when it was finished. 

But by the looks of the old box, it was finished, so with a steadying breath, you took the beaten old book in your hands. The air suddenly got very warm and you could hear your heart beat in your ears as the tension grew with every stuttering breath.

Your heart raced as you went to open it, feeling like you were trespassing on a part of Newt that he wasn’t ready to show you, making the book feel more heavy than it was in your sweaty palms.

Before you had time to chicken out, you flipped the first page open, only to be met with a photo of a girl and Newt with arms wrapped around each other, grinning ear to ear, laughing at something forgotten in time, snow falling around them.

But it wasn’t just any girl. It was you. You could tell by the way her nose curved and how she awkwardly placed her arms over Newts and how she leaned into Newt just like you did, and although things were different about her style, it was most definitely you.

Then you saw the date ‘1926, New York city’ scrawled across the bottom of the old page and blinked, confused. What?

You peeled back the next page apprehensively, and you saw a picture of a you once more, from the side, with an out of date haircut and an outfit you might see on The Great Gatsby. You were smiling and shoving the camera away from you, the tagline of this one was ‘1927, a night of dancing in London’ 

The next few pages were of you in various locations and you stumbled across one of you by yourself, grinning and dancing as you showed your hand to the camera, which was adorned by a lush diamond ring. This one was titled ‘1928, she said yes!’ 

The page beside it was you in a white gown, next to Newt who was wearing an uncharacteristic suit, the two of you caught in a kiss in front of a large church that you knew. 

You raised a hand to your mouth, letting your delicately moving fingers glide across the page, wild eyes roaming for an explanation but the only thing you could find was ‘1929, forever yours,

“Y/n, you haven’t seen my-” You heard Newt’s voice get louder as he came down the steps but you couldn’t bring yourself to close the book. His voice cut off and so did his footsteps as he caught you red handed.

You slowly turned to face him with teary eyes, his expression was stony with an underlying panic, eyes only daring to look at the book you had in your hands as none of you spoke.

“W-what is this?” You said softly, throat going suddenly dry as you silently pleaded for him to meet your eyes. Your hands were still shaking as you held tightly onto the album, afraid that it would disappear if you let your grip falter, even for a second.

“It’s my photo album,” He whispered, barely loud enough for you to hear him, but in the thick silence, you were listening out for his voice.

“Newt…” You didn’t outwardly ask it, not having the confidence to, but he understood. As he always did. He slowly made his way towards you, a shaky sigh leaving his lips as he got to the floor where you sat.

He reached into the box and pulled out an old crumpled piece of paper, and your eyes followed his shaking fingers as he pulled it into a viewable piece. There you were again, in drawing form, smiling for the artist in a piece titled ‘Y/N,’ and you decided to let him explain before you spoke.

“This was 1616, I was fifteen and so in love with you it was unhealthy,” He laughed drily as he leaned on the wall behind you. “Much the same as I am now,”

Your eyes flitted to his and you felt your heart break as you saw him with tears running down his cheeks. You slowly moved towards him and let your cheek fall against his chest, arm wrapping around his midsection as he went through his photos.

“How?” You said quietly, and he knew what you meant. The silence in the room was whispering a thousand things in your ears before he finally spoke.

“I don’t know.”

You lapsed into an uncomfortable silence once more and you further awaited explanation, listening to his heart beat as you waited for him to carry on.

“I-I meet with you in every lifetime I live, my life never ends and I have to watch as yours does. Every time,” His voice cracked with a sob and you waited patiently for him to continue, slowly rubbing over his shirt clad stomach.

“My love, I have watched you die, more times than any man should have to bear, and I will continue to watch you live, and die until my days run out, if you allow me to,” 

A silence followed, the only noise being your breathing and his sobs.

“I-I’ve tried to die along with you, but it never works. It never works!” He fisted his hair and shook his head, letting all of his emotions come free in one moment. 

You slid up the wall, pulling his arm away from his head calmly and pressing his calloused palms against your chest, letting him feel your heart beating.

“I-immortal?” You questioned, simply guessing at this point. It was rare, but it could happen to some wizards, and it was usually thought of as a gift from the gods above.

His glistening eyes met yours and it was all the confirmation you needed to tell you that no, it was a curse. You pulled him towards you and kissed his forehead lovingly, petting his curls as he choked out more sobs. You didn’t want to imagine all he’s seen throughout his lifetime.

“I’m here, I always will be,” You whispered sweet nothings into his hair, kissing him every few minutes until he was finally calm.

You took his chin and tilted it up so he was looking at you, with wet eyes and puffy cheeks. You slowly leaned forward, capturing his lips in a delicate kiss that didn’t last long enough for him to return.

“I will always love you, in every life time, forever; if you’ll only return it to me,” You said against his lips, feeling the rawness of his emotions.

He placed a salty kiss against your lips, one that you retaliated immediately. His soft lips against yours telling you everything you needed to hear.

Newt slowly pulled away, breathing heavily as he pressed his forehead against yours;

“My love for you is eternal.”

Dating Raphael Santiago would include...
  • sassy/ sarcastic/ snarky remarks. 
  • he might finish sentences with “stupid” when explaining something to you but he’ll definetely snap if someone else is referring to you like that.
  • fights/tough can be pretty intense but deep down he is just a dork - just an example: “You suck” would definetly make him burst into laughter. Argument over.
  • Eye rolls are on your side when you want him to be a bit more “romantic” or want him to show more affection - but don’t ignore the little smile curving his lips.
  • Dating a human is probably a rare thing, but he’d be very very protective. Just imagine another vamp coming at you and him getting immediately getting in the way, saying “this is my little human” (of course a bit teasingly, but hey, he saved your life here)
  • he’d tell you 676573 times not go near Camille or any other ‘prominent’ downworlders (but he’d never admit he’s caring a lot)
  • he might be a tease but when you’re alone, he is a huge gentleman.
Inside the pot, Branch was still singing to Poppy. To him, nothing else mattered. He sang to Poppy with all his heart. He took her by both hands and got her to her feet. He sang to her about smiling and laughing. And he told her, in his song, that if the world made her crazy, she should just call him up because he would always be there for her. Then something amazing happened. 
Starting with Poppy’s toes, her pink color began to return. First her feet, then her legs, and soon her whole body-right up through the tips of her long hair-got all it’s color back! 
“i see your true colors,” Branch sang happily. “And that’s why I love you." 
Poppy looked surprised. She was amazed to hear Branch sing that he loved her. She began to sing with him. "So don’t be afraid to let them show…." 
Poppy looked up into Branch’s eyes. Touched at his open display of emotion, she reached out and took his hand….
— 

The True Colors Scene in the Trolls junior novelization on Pages 128 & 129. 

FUCK. ME. UP. THIS IS CUTER IN THE FUCKING BOOK. 

(Thanks for not removing anything. You’re great) 

Jealousy

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: Draco x reader- cuddling in the common room and reader trying to make pansy jealous because she likes him and draco catches on and tries to show pansy that he likes reader and not her

Warnings: Language

A/N: Kinda short :)

Originally posted by fallingforamalfoy

Y/N takes a seat in her usual spot on the couch, right next to her boyfriend Draco. “How was your day, love?” The question makes her smile. Draco doesn’t ask anyone else questions like that – his sweet side is reserved for her.

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holy shit imagine dan and phil as high school students and dan’s kinda sad and hates romance and everyone at that school and phil is in love with him and bothers him constantly and is always flirting with him and trying to make him smile and finally he’s just like “ok if i can make you laugh will you go on a date with me” and dan’s just like yeah sure whatever bc he doesn’t think it’ll happen and he just wants phil to leave him alone so every day phil tells him bad puns and jokes in the hallways , at his locker, in pe, on notes in class , and none of it is working but phil is determined but eventually he decides maybe he should just give up and try something else to win dan over so he’s thinking about what that might be while carrying a lunch tray and he rounds a corner and runs straight into dan and dan falls over and the gross food is just everywhere and has completely ruined his sweater and phil freaks out thinking dan will be mad and he’ll never date him now but then dan LAUGHS, like really laughs with his head thrown back and his cheeks going pink and his chest heaving and phil smiles and then they’re both laughing really hard and everyone is looking at them like they are complete idiots because they are and then dan giggles and tugs at a strand of his hair and “i have chocolate milk in my hair, oh my gosh” and phil just grins and points to dan’s mouth and “i think you have some there too, good thing i like chocolate milk” and he drops it bc he doesn’t want to rush anything or make dan uncomfortable but dan grabs him by the shirt and kisses him really hard and they’re just both covered in cafeteria food and making out in the hallway while everyone stares at them i’m honking

He’s the kind of guy that could make the Mona Lisa smile
With all her teeth;
Make Van Gogh wish he’d kept his second ear just to hear the way he laughs
Like pollination;
And the mirror sighs when he walks away
And the open doors are always
Begging him to stay
And the bus stop hopes
No buses stop;
And I want to kiss his neck
And his knuckles when they’re covered by his thumb.
He’s just like me because
He hates letting go
So we walk with ten fingers between us
Holding inside jokes
About how we’ll have to share a coffin
Cause we’ll die this way
but he’s too beautiful to bury;
And I think those three words are too odd;
So even when I want to;
I say something else instead like,
I’m glad you’re not dead; and I hope you stay that way as long as I do; and your smile is like an oasis; and you make me feel like a hot air balloon in the Bermuda triangle; and when you’re gone I’m a missing poster; a face on the milk box; and it scares me that you put your milk before your cereal; but I still want to have breakfast with you every morning; and I’m not good at labelling things because there are too many words to choose from; but if this is something; if this something had a name; what would you call it?
Would you call it love?
—  He’s everything I’ve ever wanted; but you can’t lose what you don’t have; so I’m afraid to call him mine // Ceres

I think one problem Osomatsu-san has is thanks to merchandising running longer than the show itself now, the sextuplets have become incredibly two dimensional. 

When the show started, writers had to get the child sextuplets from the long running -kun and craft six whole new characters in a few eps. That is an incredibly hard feat (and they did an amazing job!) but its debatable if they succeeded with making them all rounded, multifaceted characters. 

Now you have months of merch, short animations and other things that are left to cement these characters. But you can’t, not really with these mediums. That’s why in literally every piece of new art or keychain on earth you see the same thing:

  • Osomatsu: beer/ gambling/ something else degenerate
  • Karamatsu: painful / being a punching bag to his brothers
  • Choromatsu: sensible but jerkin’ it to idols (choro has got it worst, imo)
  • Ichimatsu: cats n’ sadness
  • Jyushimatsu : baseball/ smiling while doing some eldritch shit
  • Todomatsu: pretty and pink but bitchy

Like these were just a part of them in the show as well as many other things, but now that’s all they are. Even when I was watching the new racing animated short I was painfully aware that all of the jokes were just about these aspects (multiple times, I might add), there was very little fresh comedy and if it was, it was with the side characters. And that’s not a good thing at all.

@gutsybitsy had a great idea: AU where Jack is Bitty’s puck bunny…

Jack’s just a humble History major from Montreal.  His parents are teachers. He likes hockey well enough and goes to school hockey games to show school spirit.  (When he does sports, it’s intramural basketball, or a kickboxing class, or something like that.)

And then he sees this one player who’s six inches shorter than everybody else.. and moves on the ice like no one else.

It doesn’t matter how many cookies he has to buy from the hockey team bake sale, standing there smiling awkwardly and wishing he knew how to flirt.  He is going to get to know Eric Bittle.

We’re good

Title: We’re good

Summary: Things seem to go south once again for the Winchester brothers. You’re left to pick up Dean’s pieces but not before giving to the person accountable a piece of your mind.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester

Word count: 1514

Warnings: Season 12 spoilers (If you haven’t watched 12.14, “The Raid” then you should probably do so first), angst. 

Author’s Notes: I was supposed to be working on something else, but yesterday’s episodes gave me a lot of feels (as always but that’s another story). This is set right after the fight between Dean and Mary at the beginning of the episode. There is a flashback included in italics.

Hope you like it! <3 

Originally posted by jensen-jay

You walked into the library, muttering expletives under your breath, only to find Sam Winchester waiting for you, beer in hand.

Giving him a half-distracted smile, you mumbled a greeting while he just looked at you, shaking his head.

“Do I even want to know?”

Despite yourself, you laughed.

“Probably not.”

Sam titled his head to the left and shot you a perplexed look, his eyes appraising you.

“What happened?”

“Let’s just say that your mum probably isn’t fond of me right now.”

Sam sighed and brought the green bottle to his lips, drinking.

“You’re right. I don’t want to know.” He told you when he was done and you nodded and leaned against the table.

“Is Dean still in his room?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Can I…”

“Yeah. Absolutely. Go.” He agreed, nodding. When you were ready to leave, he grabbed your hand in his huge one and squeezed it. “And thank you. For standing up for us…”

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@fadelurker is the artist (as always, posted with enthusiastic permission from him)

sometimes, i think it’s easy to forget just how many issues plague the small lives of ut!sans and uf!sans. even getting close can be so hard when you’re used to pushing everyone away. it’s hard to let someone else in, even when it’s someone who couldn’t possibly know you better.

you crack a joke. you hold his hand. you smile. you act like everything is going to be okay, even when your worlds are falling down around you. you just want to hang on to something true and good in your life. something that’s for you. for once, you want to be really and truly selfish. 

you try to not think about your real feelings. you try to not think “i don’t deserve a damn thing.”