his stare though

I still can’t believe he’s wearing jeans. […] I mean… they do look like really expensive jeans. Dark. And snug from his waist to his ankles without looking tight.
—  Simon “I’m-Not-Checking-Out-My-Jean-Wearing-Enemy” Snow
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Finally finished! XD A set of Rumples that I started weeks ago to go with my Belles! These were super fun to draw and I love how they came out! 

My personal favorite is little Spinner!Rum but I still can’t decide if I love or hate his crazy disco shirt in the fourth one! (ノ^ヮ^)ノ*:・゚✧ Enjoy!

anonymous asked:

Have you ever drawn Fukunaga??? I'm not on my computer often bc I use it for school and the Internet always crashes on my phone for some reason when I use tumblr online. If y have could u link me so I could see???? I love ur art sm tyvm!!!!!!!

i haven’t drawn him until now!! 

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Eva Green & Josh Hartnett :: Penny Dreadful Premiere - Flicks And The City interviews

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I got my sketchbook signed by Adam Brown, Mark Hadlow, Jed Brophy and Graham McTavish :D 

They are SUCH lovely people who get genuinely happy when they see artwork of their characters, and they were enthusiastic about talking with me about their character designs. I am so happy I got to meet them.

  • Baby Watson: *playing with Sherlock's wallet, giggling*
  • Molly: *watching fondly* She'll have your change if you're not careful.
  • Sherlock: *typing on his laptop* Mmm.
  • Baby Watson: *waves the wallet; happily* Molly!
  • Molly: *tickles Sharlotte's chin* Who do you think she looks more alike?
  • Sherlock: *glances at her* John. With Mary's smile, she'll get away with a nose like his.
  • Molly: *chuckles*
  • Sherlock: *rubs his eyes* Fancy some chips?
  • Molly: *looks over his shoulder* Mmm. From that place we like.
  • Baby Watson: *urgent* Molly! *throws the wallet at her*
  • Molly: *sighs* Oh, Sharlotte... *picks up the wallet; pauses, squints* Hmmm. I don't remember this being taken *shows him the photo of her*
  • Sherlock: *snatches the wallet, blushing*
  • Molly: *giggles* It's quite nice. I liked my hair, then.
  • Sherlock: *clears his throat, gestures at the baby* She made me-
  • Molly: *dismissive* It's okay. You should see the one I've got of you *walks away*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *glances at the baby*
  • Baby Watson: *chewing his hat, looking directly at him*
  • Sherlock: *frowns* Shut up.
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Bai Zihua lends his power to Hua Qiangu in The Journey of Flower.

anonymous asked:

Casually tweaks Valen's very attractive ears.

Startled by this sudden affectionate display, his first impulse was to duck out of range. By then, however, the tweaking hands had already finished bothering his ears and withdrew before he could yank himself away. Valen rubbed his ears tenderly, and though his stare was wary, he felt the heat of his own blush starting on his cheeks. “Thank you for that,” was his deadpan mutter.

I’ve always really liked Psylocke’s outback costume.

Imagine Steve Enlisting You To Help Bucky Recover, Even Though His Staring Unnerves You

Originally posted by starkactual

“Are you serious?” You whispered harshly to the super soldier. Sure, you loved Steve like a brother and would do anything for him, but this was like a ticking time bomb was staring you in the face.

“You’re the only person I could think of,” the blond said quietly, “Bucky needs someone who can be there when I’m not to help him.” You looked over at the former assassin, unsurprised to find his steely blue gaze locked on you.

“He keeps looking at me…” you said uncomfortably, “Why can’t somebody else do it?”

Trust me, Y/N, Bucky might actually be willing to learn from you,” Steve said sincerely. You looked over at Bucky, deciding to suck it up and do this one favor for your friend.

All the Winter Soldier could think of was how glad he was to have someone as kind as you to help him take the first steps to recovery.

Spn hiatus writing challenge week 2 @one-shots-supernatural

Words: 663

A/N Short yet sweet.

“You were right Dean,” Castiel said, lounging backward against the headboard of Dean’s bed. Sam was kind enough to move the TV from his room to Dean’s so Dean could show him some TV shows. “I do enjoy Game of Thrones.”

I know right,” Dean smiled. “Isn’t it great?

Castiel nodded and took a sip of his lukewarm beer. Ever since he fell Dean took it upon himself to learn Castiel some of the little enjoyments in life, such as beer and television.

Castiel figured he couldn’t complain; spending time with Dean was a rare yet precious thing to him.

“You gotta pay attention, Cas,” Dean smirked, still looking at the screen. Castiel was known for his staring, though that was caused by his admiration for the human kind. However, this time, he didn’t even do it intentionally. Dean’s soul was and still is beautiful and Castiel has a hard time looking away on most occasions.  

He never told Dean this, that would only embarrass the other man. No, Cas kept this to himself and tried to look as discreetly as possible.

“Are you okay, Cas?” Dean asked, fully turning to him now. There wasn’t much space between them as the bed was a bit on the small sizes. Their shoulders were pressed together and when Dean moved his head, they were almost in each other’s breathing space.

“I’m fine, Dean,” Castiel replied, not once looking away from the emerald eyes staring back at him.

Dean moved impossibly closer, his eyes drooping shut. Castiel had seen enough of humanity in his existence to know what was happening, though he couldn’t believe it himself.

Castiel mustered up those ten seconds of courage and leaned in closer as well, his eyes closing once their lips touched.

It was a featherlike touch until Dean jerked away, scrambling off the bed. “I’m so sorry, Cas!”

“Don’t apologize, Dean. I quite liked it,” Castiel said, looking over the edge of the bed while sticking out his hand to help Dean up.

Dean ignored the hand and got up himself, staying as far away from Cas as he could.

“I don’t understand, Dean. Did I do something wrong?”

“God, no, Cas-”

“Why must you include my father in this conversation?” Castiel asked exasperated.

Dean groaned, tangling his hands in his hair while Cas felt the urge to slap away those hands and tangle his own hands in Dean’s hair and feel the softness.

“Let’s just forget about it, okay?” Castiel felt his heart hurting when Dean said this, almost as if Dean ripped his heart out himself.

“What if I don’t want to forget about it?” Castiel asked, his voice booming and demanding. He was tired of them dancing around each other, a bit too far away for him to reach Dean.

“Cas-”

“No, I’m tired of this. You can’t play me like this,” Castiel exclaimed, stepping off the bed and right in front of Dean. “If you want me, you have me. If you don’t, then just leave me alone.”

Castiel mistook Dean’s silence for rejection and walked away. He almost reached the door when a strong arm turned him around, a hard body crashing into him. Dean’s lips were immediately on his in a much more passionate way than the kiss from before.

Dean pushed Castiel against the wall, hard as Dean knew Cas could take it –with him being an angel and all- and kissed him like his life depended on this. If Dean wasn’t distracted by Cas’ chapped yet rather soft lips on his, moving with his own like they were meant to do this all along, Dean would have scolded himself from waiting this long to do this. He could’ve had this for years.

Once Dean ran out of breath, he broke off the kiss, staying close enough to rest his forehead against Cas’.

“I’d rather have you,” Dean smiled. “Remember?”

Castiel smiled back and nodded, wrapping his arms around Dean’s neck. “I remember.”

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 [2014.12.24] Happy 32nd birthday Aiba Masaki!!! 
I know your smile will light up the world one day :D love you my sunshine♥♥♥  

…down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.