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When Aaron Tveit tries to be a real serious rockstar and wear jeans with the knees ripped and someone in the audience yells out that they like his knees right before a serious song…

My knees are very out tonight” … “both of them, its not even one, its both knees”… “What if I had like weird knees”… “OK this is a serious song now” (And someone yells that he has beautiful knees)

And then after the song he kneels down to get his water bottle cap and he goes “Oh thats a really… thats probably a really good knee shot right there, look at that

Post heavily inspired by @lovable22 picture series of this exact moment (x)


Sorry about my brief camera fail at the end blocking the phone - using both simultaneously was a bit challenging! I did get the pic though haha

Call Me Daddy

Summary: Phil asks Dan what his kink is, but Dan doesn’t feel so inclined to tell him.

Word Count: 3.1k

Genre: smut (specifically: daddy kink smut oh man)

happy birthday @mangothatismelancholy !! i know im a few hours early but i won’t have much time to post it tomorrow morning ahaha. i hope you like this and i hope i remembered correctly that daddy kink was your favorite (?). also i hope you have a great birthday dude!!! 

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Aaron Tveit singing “Castle on the Hill” (Ed Sheeran) double feature.  First up was at House of Blues: San Diego on 5/13/17

And secondly, Aaron singing it at The Belasco in Los Angeles on 5/14/17

I absolutely love this song, love Ed’s version but I am obsessed with Aaron’s version. Can’t decide which night’s I like better, both have their merits both vocally and in the form of adorkable dance moves. Try to ignore the obviously superior sound quality from the HOB and just focus on his performance. Which one do you all prefer?

No decency II Pt.1

There were two things you despised in your current situation. The first thing accrued to be that your mom decided to move in with her new husband. The second one was that playboy number one Jeon Jungkook turns out to be your new stepbrother. As your parents spontaneously go on vacation you and Jungkook have to deal with the building tension between the two of you until an upcoming house party leaves you panting underneath him.


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genre: stepbrother!jungkook, dom!jungkook, smut

word count: 9.8k

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Due South was such a gift. Do you know how useful the phrase “for reasons that don’t need exploring at this juncture” is in our every day lives? Just try it.

  • “I left the house without pants…for reasons that don’t need exploring at this juncture…”
  • “I was going down on him in the coat room…for reasons that don’t need exploring at this juncture…”
  • “I need you to get me two gallons of Mountain Dew and a kilo of cocaine…for reasons that don’t need exploring at this juncture…”
  • “I adopted this puppy while you were at work…for reasons that don’t need exploring at this juncture…”

The importance of Due South simply cannot be underestimated. 

anonymous asked:

I love your blog! Too shy to send a request before though. Can you write something about the chocobros stealing kisses from their s/o when they're not allowed to. My bf is having tonsillitis and he won't allow me to kiss him to prevent the infection from spreading. But it's hard and I've tried to kiss him so many times that he just wear a mask around me now, except when he's sleeping so I kiss him a lot when we wake up and now I have tonsillitis too. Worth it. Thank you in advance ☺️

First off, thank you so much! I loved this request. Second, that is the cutest thing I have ever heard. You and your bf sound absolutely adorable. I hope you enjoy these scenarios!

Noctis

You coughed into your tissue, tugging your blanket closer around your shoulders. Noctis sat beside you on the couch, flipping through channels on the television, and frowned. He scooted closer and rested his chin on your shoulder, which was made several inches thicker by your blanket shield.

You turned to him, puffy eyed and red-nosed. “What?”

He just looked at you with those baby blue eyes. You swore he made them glisten on purpose to get you to feel bad for him.

“Babe, I told you, no kisses,” you frowned, pressing your index finger to his forehead and pushing him away. “You’re gonna get sick. And you can’t, you’re the prince and you have an important—” your hands went up in the air dramatically when you lost your words, “thing you have to attend with the king in a few days. You can’t risk getting infected by me.”

“I hate those ceremonies,” he groaned, leaning his back against the couch. “They’re always so boring and go on forever.”

You should have known he would have tried this, but at that second, Noctis leapt onto you and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you far too deeply to be healthy at the given moment, and you pushed on his shoulders playfully when he didn’t immediately try to pull away.

When he eventually moved, he had a sly grin on his face. “Maybe I can call in sick and we can just spend the day together.”

You rolled your eyes, but scooted closer to him. “You big goof.”

Prompto

You hated being bed ridden. It was infuriating, having no strength to get out of bed to even go to the kitchen to get yourself a cup of tea. You tried sitting up, but your bones absolutely ached. This fever was trying its damnedest to kill you.

Prompto came in with a damp cloth, pressing it to your forehead. “Here, babe, this’ll help,” he said, smoothing your hair away from your face. You sighed under his touch.

“Thank you for helping me, Prom. I really appreciate it.”

“No biggie,” he shrugged. Then he wiggled his eyebrows. “How about a thank you kiss?”

You stared at him, unblinking. “You do realize I have a fever of over a hundred, right?”

He blinked. “Are fevers contagious?”

“Gonna have to be firm on this one,” you stated. “Sorry, Prom.”

He whined, flopping backwards dramatically on the bed. “Oh, I think I’m dying too.”

“Prompto, get up, you’re squishing my legs.”

“How can I ever go on, I feel my body slowly being drained of life. If only someone out there could give me the cure to this disease, a simple kiss—”

He sat up onto his elbows briefly to gage your reaction. You were still frowning. He flopped back down.

“Looks like I’m going to die here on this bed. Tell my parents I love them, and that at my funeral I want there to be a hoard of chocobos…”

You sighed and forced your self up, and leaned over to give him a kiss. His hand immediately came up and held your head in place, keeping your mouth on his. You let out a moan and tapped his forearm when he tried to deepen it.

“Wow,” he breathed once you pulled away. “I feel miraculously better.”

You didn’t want to admit it, but you kind of did too.

Gladio

You sighed. It was day five of you being sick, and while you were getting better, you’d lost your voice. A combination of a lingering cold as well as laryngitis decided to get the best of you, and you were on the mend.

You were grateful that Gladio was around to help you out around the house, but not being able to talk around him did have its disadvantages. Your doctor had put you on strict voice rest and said that you were not allowed to talk, and had to drink a special herbal tea to help soothe your throat.

“Hey babe,” Gladio called from the kitchen. “I have your tea ready for you over here.”

You got up from the blanket pile you’d created on the couch and shuffled over. You were wearing one of his hoodies that was far too big for you, cotton pajama pants and house slippers. You looked like an absolute mess, but he still regarded you with adoring eyes.

He handed over the mug and you nodded your head in thanks.

You took a sip and noticed that he was still looking at you. You cocked an eyebrow. As you did this, he made a kissy face at you. You shook your head, pointing at the mug and then pointing to your face. You were sick, and you didn’t want him catching your germs.

He kept making that silly kissing face and moved closer to you. You whined and nudged his face away, setting your mug down so as not to spill the tea everywhere. But he was persistent, making sillier and sillier faces to try and get you to laugh.

“Come on babe,” he wrapped his arms around your waist and made loud, over the top kissing noises in your ear. “Gimme some sugar.”

You laughed, and it came out as a coarse sound that hurt your throat. In that moment of vulnerability, Gladio laid one on you with a loud mmmmuah.

You blushed and buried your face in his chest. His laugh rumbled through you, and you just held him tighter to hide the smile that was hurting your cheeks.

Ignis

It was flu season and it had claimed you as its victim. You didn’t get sick often, but when you did, Ignis always waited on your hand and foot. You protested of course, but it fell on deaf ears as he went around your apartment, tidying things up and getting whatever it was that you needed.

He checked your temperature with an at-home thermometer. “You know what would help?” he said, stroking his chin in thought. “I’m going to run you a bath.”

You sat up to tell him that it would be too much effort, but he was already gone, disappeared into the bathroom. You heard the faucet start, and sighed, sinking back into your pillows.

After a few minutes, he came back. “Come, love,” he came to your side and easily scooped you up in his arms. You squealed as he hiked you up a little higher in his grip. “I’ve put some epsom salts in the bath for you. A good soak will do wonders.”

Ignis helped you undress (with more protesting on your part), and lowered you into the tub. You sank in until only your head was above water, loving the feeling of the warm water all around you.

“This is perfect,” you admitted, allowing yourself to relax. “Thank you, Iggy. You’re too good to me.”

“Hardly,” he replied, sitting next to the tub and smoothing your hair away from your face. “You know I would do anything for you.”

You closed your eyes and leaned your head back. Just then, you felt a pair of lips quickly pecking yours. You opened your eyes and frowned at Ignis.

“You’ll get sick if you do that,” you chastised half-heartedly. He shrugged, a small smile gracing his features.

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he replied, and he kissed you again.

Okay?


The moment we both walked in, Harry was bombarded with people I had never met before, I hadn’t met much of Harry’s coworkers, or peers for that matter, I knew almost none of the people Harry associated with. Luckily no one acknowledged me, so I clung to his hand and took my time taking in the room, he said it would be a quick meeting, but I was kinda hoping it would be longer, wanting to stall the night. I had decided tonight would be the night, I was going to be with him for the first time, I wasn’t sure if I would ever be ready but it was beginning to put too much stress on our relationship and I trusted with Harry. All being said I was still very nervous, almost as if Harry could sense my uneasiness his other arm draped over his chest as he wrapped a protective hand over my forearm, squeezing gently. I finally felt myself exhale, not realizing I had been holding my breath, he looked down to me mouthing an “All good?” to which I nodded curtly and he resumed his conversation, leaving a few moments later with mention of a drink.

Harry found the bar with ease talking to another stranger, and ordering a rum, I was confused when he turned handing me the drink, forgetting I was underage, he was still chatting away with his friend when he was handed his own drink leading me to the table the rest of the group had already settled around.

He sat taking perched on the outside edge of the round booth leaving me pressed between him and a girl with a pretty face void of any makeup yet still unique and radiant along with an airy laugh that I was overly envious of. I didn’t say anything still holding tightly to the glass in front of me watching as the condensation gathered into small droplets than ran till they collided with my fingers slowly going numb at the cold temperature. I shivered as I felt Harry shift next to me, his arm reaching around to grip the edge of the booth behind me.

“Something wrong love?” he spoke next to my ear, his warm breath heavy with the smell of alcohol.

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texts from last night! meme

[text] Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?

[text] The bar would not accept my money. I have reached God status here

[text] He was very considerate of my needs, he offered me pizza before and after.

[text] I asked him for something to clean up with after sex and he handed me a sham wow. A SHAM WOW

[text] So I was putting on a condom and looked to my right to not make eye contact, she said did you just look at the American flag while putting that on. I said this one’s for Team USA.

[text] He gave me the “find somebody who wants to date you for who you are” speech while I walked around the house asking people for pants.

[text] I will show up on your front porch in a wet t shirt and some mac and cheese

[text] I just got high off one hit and then Spent 20 minutes inspecting the gasket of our refrigerator and researching ways to replace it

[text] Seriously. I’m like, “Wait, we are actually talking about physics in the middle of sex and its ACTUALLY erotic because you’re so fucking intelligent I’m turned on?”

[text] Hyyypothetically, what would you do if you happened to see my boobs on the internet?

[text] He fucked me so hard my nail polish actually chipped. I’m keeping him.

[text] I’m making poor life decisions again. Tune in tomorrow to see how much I hate life.

[text] It’s a lube slip n slide down the hallway now. Details later.

[text] Just woke up with an entire pack of Oreos in my cheetah onesie. I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.

[text] Lesson learned. Don’t roleplay with a real knife.

[text] We got drunk and crashed a fifty year old woman’s birthday party for the food. Whoops.

[text] He asked me if I wanted to blow his whistle and proceeded to pull out an actual whistle.

[text] I woke up this morning with 3 phone numbers, a red Chinese New Year envelope with cash in it, and a winning scratcher all stuffed in my bra. I’d say it was a pretty successful Thursday night.

[text] I’m wearing sunglasses around my house. Douchebag status. The hangover is real.

[text] He’s like… An octopus that touches my vagina in all these diff ways at the right times. It’s almost unsettling

[text] I was orgasming and dying of laughter at the same time. I think I’ve found the One.

[text] Do me a favor I want you to reach down the front of your pants and underwear and just feel around for a while… if you happen to find your balls then join us

[text] i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled “dibs!”…

[text] and then she said I drew a line on her forehead with my cum and whispered “Simba”

[text] so I was just driving high and I stopped to let a pinecone cross the road because I thought it was a hedgehog.

[text] Sex on bubble wrap = best decision ever.

[text] Your lack of great college experience of margaritas and foam parties scares me

[text] We get an extra hour of sleep. That means we can take an extra shot tonight. Sounds logical. Thank you daylight savings.

[text] when someone at the bar asked you a question all you knew how to say was “chug-a-lug”

[text] There’s a girl in class eating a pumpkin pie. Like a whole pie straight from the pan with a fork.

[text] Apparently I taped knives to my hands and made everyone call me wolverine

[text] My house smells like bleach. Also, I do not feel bad about all the stuff I stole from the hospital while I was there.

[text] He told me he loved me. I didn’t know what to say so i just squirted the baby oil at him

[text] Get here, there are important joints to be smoked and pies to be eaten

[text] Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly.

[text] He came so hard that he yelled what sounded like a spell from Harry Potter.

[text] we were both freshly single and using each other as rebounds. most intense sex I’ve ever had. i felt like a grizzly bear emerging from hibernation in a whirlwind of sexual fury

[text] I need a drink and a shade of lipstick that will put the fear of God in a man’s heart.

[text] When was the last time you wore pants?

[text] I’ve replaced you with thin mints and masturbation

[text] Tuesday Boozeday turned into What-the-fuck-were-you-thinking Wednesday real fast.

[text] Have you ever had chicken nuggets while high? Because it tastes like hearing the Beatles for the first time

[text] Being able to fart in my own house is like 90% of why I pay rent

[text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would have to go down on the other person.

[text] I just accidentally showed an old lady a pic of my penis while showing her cat pics. So how’s your day going?

[text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.

[text] We go out, we get drunk, we watch Star Wars, we pass out. What’s wrong with this tradition?

[text] all i’ve had to eat today is leftover bday cake and a shot of tequila.

[text] Pretty sure the guy I hooked up with Saturday gave me a buy one get one free coupon for chipotle. Who said nice guys don’t exist?

[text] Apparently nothing brings out sympathy in a barista like asking if they have a hangover special

[text] And when I feel bad about myself I go to the library and suck my pen over an open book, counting the seconds until a guy sits across from me and tries to get my attention

[text] This is a mass text to all my friends. Whoever gets this first, please find me and confiscate my phone immediately. I am far too high to have it. Even if you have to punch me in my face to get it. Otherwise, let the “High While Analyzing Disney Movies” texts begin.

[text] Seriously insulted!! You can not share my dick pick with your gay brother. He won’t quit poking me on fb

[text] I am trying to think of a way to make alcohol cupcakes

[text] One of us needs to be functional tomorrow and it won’t be me. I’m drinking liquor out of a fishbowl.

[text] You pulled the fire alarm because you had to shit and there was someone in the bathroom. you said you needed privacy

[text] im guessing your the one that tried to make bacon in the toaster

[text] just smoked a blunt while listening to nsync. i now know what my childhood was missing.

[text] I just made out with a girl with a life jacket on wtf is going on

[text] Let’s play a little game called “Chill the Fuck Out” - you’re our first contestant

[text] Didn’t get laid. But got a free pie from a waitress. A whole pie.

[text] I am swimming in semen. He must have been holding it in for a special occasion.

[text] you should buy a sheep. A) you get an awesome pet. B) free coat

[text] tonight is going to be epic. can you pre-book an ambulance?

[text] We thought you were crowd-surfing until we realized it was the bouncers throwing you out

[text] maybe tonight we can turn coloring into a drinking game

[text] i think its awesome that according to your mom i’m your friend that caught on fire.

[text] So fucked up. Can’t tell if I’m starving or about to puke. Playing it safe and eating froot loops. Tasty in, colorful out.

[text] I just saw a hobo ride by on a unicycle. Good day.

[text] Vodka is such a love hate relationship.

[text] you traded sex for a burrito?

[text] I made a game called come to class high and eat nachos.

[text] You decided to make a porno with gummy bears and things went downhill from there.

[text] it’s not a party till someone uses the fire extinguisher.

[text] You’re always adorable, but when you’re drunk, you’re like Chia Pet adorable.

[text] this kid just offered me adderall in exchange for my meal points. college at its finest

[text] I was cleaning up my drunken mess and I found my ID in a cereal box

[text] I am now the proud owner of a 10-12 year old’s Optimus Prime costume from Walmart. Tomorrow is going to be a good day.

[text] It’s like eating cereal and milk but instead of cereal it’s gummy bears and instead of milk it’s vodka.

[text] You leave a trail of fuck everywhere you go

[text] Scott woke me up by cracking a beer open in my face. Best friends are awesome.

[text] we woke up to him feeding us cheetos at 3am. and by feeding i mean shoving them in our mouths and saying “i mean who doesn’t like cheetos”

[text] quit making up holidays to get me to go drinking with you

[text] I left a cheeto on everyone’s car trailing to the house i’m at, hanzel and gretel style.

[text] Just got a event reminder on my phone to never party with you again.

[text] nobody understood you. You kept speaking french and hiding shit in your boobs

[text] When I came home you were using a glowstick to eat peanut butter from the jar.

[text] kinda considering buying a life alert for sophomore year

[text] My phone auto-corrects smirnoff to poisoned. I think it is trying to tell me something.

[text] Anywhere you can eat green eggs and ham, you can have sex.

[text] you were running down the aisles of wal mart singing ‘follow the yellowbrick road’. i’m pretty sure you thought the night shift workers were the munchkins & started crying when they wouldnt help u find the wizard. needless to say u were pretty stoned/wasted

[text] It’s like the only way I know how to apologize is by giving a blow job.

[text] did you by any chance leave me that 7 minute long voicemail of you running and constantly tripping into bushes?

[text] The world would be so much better with thought bubbles.

[text] I love taking my adderall while im in class! As soon as I take the pill out everyone around me just stares in envy!

[text] You handed some guy a spoon you found, he yelled SPOON GAME, and then the two of you spent the next 20 minutes throwing spoons all over the kitchen.

[text] I just told a dude I hooked up with last night he was the pick of the litter.

[text] So I woke up today with someone’s door knob in my pocket. I hope everybody else got out of the house ok.

[text] So we successfully lit our bathtub on fire. Thought you should know.

[text] Because when I say 'You shouldn’t drink anymore’, she hears, 'I personally challenge you to chug 3 more mixed drinks’

[text] okay, this game isn’t funny anymore. tell us where all the forks are.

[text] The lack of pants and amount of productivity in my life right now is amazing.

[text] when i start to cry when i lose at mario kart is when you should put me to bed

[text] so apparently the car got towed with me passed out in the back seat.

[text] You closed the sidewalk off to pedestrians last night. With a glitter covered safety cone

[text] never. drinking. again.

[text] I’m gonna get drunk and through up on the first happy couple I see.

[text] got some bad news about ur virginity. she didnt make it thru the night

[text] I need a good reason NOT to eat this entire jar of nutella right now

[text] i’m out of smokes so i just had an after sex popsicle. this might become an addiction.

[text] Yeah I think we tried to use the shower curtain as a parachute because its tied to my backpack with some string. Dont know if anyone actually attempted it though.

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Looking back on Aaron’s awesome dance moves in San Diego at the House of Blues 5/13/17 during What About Love / I Wanna Dance With Somebody

Ilvermorny Informal House Colors

I know there are no official House colors at Ilvermorny, but I figured it would be good to have informal colors for competitive events (Quidditch, debate, etc.) They’re all different combinations on the overall school colors (blue, cranberry, gold).

cranberry + medium blue : Thunderbird
gold + cranberry : Wampus
medium blue + pale blue : Horned Serpent
pale blue + gold : Pukwudgie

NOTE: At Ilvermorny, they wear more typical sportswear (jerseys and athletic shorts, plus sweatshirt-jackets and sweatpants for the cold months) to play Quidditch. The uniforms are as follows:

Thunderbird - cranberry jersey, medium blue shorts with cranberry stripes down the sides, medium blue sweatshirt-jacket/sweatpants

Wampus - gold jersey, cranberry shorts with gold stripes down the sides, cranberry sweatshirt-jacket/sweatpants

Horned Serpent - medium blue jersey, pale blue shorts with medium blue stripes down the sides, pale blue sweatshirt-jacket/sweatpants

Pukwudgie - pale blue jersey, gold shorts with pale blue stripes down the sides, gold sweatshirt-jacket/sweatpants

Jerseys and jackets say ISQ (for Ilvermorny School Quidditch) on the right breast and the player’s surname and number on the back. The sweatpants say the House name down the pant leg.