how adorable isn't that

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cute bare faced jiyongie all bundled up (๑>◡<๑)

Katie re-emerging from the Land of the Fae after what feels like an eternity of dehydration, skipping around with Oisin like the most adorable dork ever, look alive people!

Originally posted by iwillsingyouastorm

Togetherness (Jacob Frye X Fem!Reader)

Originally posted by mirindalawson

Hello Followers,
thank you for your patience once again. Here is another one and this time I took 41-year (well, he is 43/44 in this one) old Mr. Frye to the test. I mean, he needs love, too. And he is such a handsome man and had to go through a lot.

I hope you will enjoy this piece of Fiction. I do not have any knowledge about the bathing back in Victorian England. I googled but didn’t find enough or maybe I did not dig deep enough. (I actually just googled again to not look like a complete idiot in front of you and added a few things, heh)

A happy Fryeday to all of you. I hope my english followers are all okay + their families and friends after what had happened.

Title: Togetherness
Summary: Reader wants some time for herself but her dear husband thought otherwise
Characters: Reader, Jacob Frye
Relationships: Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Very slightly NSFW at the end (but really, not much)
Words: 1.885

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anonymous asked:

Hey for the writing prompt thing, number 5 with sakura??

so I wasn’t sure which prompt list or pairing you wanted so I kinda just chose one. hope you enjoy!

yagura/sakura “wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

a sequel to this.

Yagura smooths back his hair, frowning as strands fall loose again a moment later.

“You look fine, boss,” Kisame says, glancing at him in the rear view mirror.

Yagura huffs, biting back a cruel response as he crosses his arms and leans into the plush cushioned seat, eyes going outside the window.

They’re almost there.

He ignores the way his treacherous heart rate picks up, knowing that there is only a slim chance she’ll even be there. It’s stupid to get his hopes up like this. Still…there’s a chance…

Yagura bites back a groan, staring at his shaking hands.

Pathetic.

Yet, when she smiles his way, it doesn’t feel that way.

“We’re here, boss,” Kisame says, concealing a smile as Yagura takes a deep breath, gathers his laundry (clothes this time, not money), and exits the vehicle.

Yagura pushes into the rundown laundromat, eyes automatically flitting around, even as he tells himself that he is so stupid to even-

She’s here.

Sakura is seated atop a washing machine, a large medical tome seated in her lap. She is beautiful, hair loose and features relaxed, as she taps out a beat along with the rhythm of the machine beneath her.

She is not alone.

A man is speaking with her and, from his scrubs and smarmy expression, Yagura knows he must be a work colleague.

Sakura doesn’t seem all that interested in their conversation, eyes straying to her book and Yagura cannot let this stand.

He heads over to them, opening up the machine beside Sakura with force and pushing all of his darks into the machine. He is intentionally loud and he cannot hide a vindictive smirk as people begin to take notice.

Including Sakura and her suitor.

Sakura’s face brightens as she takes him in and Yagura doesn’t even catch the way the doctor next to her blanches and backs away. No, he is entranced with Sakura’s grin, one that she wears just for him.

“Thanks for that, Yagura,” she says, leaning forward as if she is interested in talking with him, as if she wants him there. “Dude could not take a hint.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” Yagura says, contenance darkening for a moment. “Want me to do anything about it?”

“You mean in a ‘sleeping with the fishes’ type of way?” Sakura asks, shaking her head. “Too much paperwork on my end. Though I could certainly use your presence every laundry day. What do you say? Join me every other Saturday for laundry?”

She is teasing him.

She is teasing him, a crime lord, without any hints of fear or recrimination in her eyes.

Yagura has never been more in love.

“Wait a minute,” Sakura says, sitting up straight and scrutinizing him closely. Yagura feels himself flush. “Are you jealous?

“J-jealous? Whatever gave you that idea?” Yagura asks, straightening his cuff links.

Sakura narrows her eyes for a moment before shaking her head. “You’re right.” She blushes lightly. “Sorry about that; you did something really sweet and I teased you for it.”

“I-it’s fine,” Yagura says.

Sakura unfolds from her position on the washing machine, hopping down to his level. She leans in, brushing a soft, light kiss against his cheek. Yagura’s mind goes blank as she pulls away, smiling sweetly. She hops back onto the machine, opening her book. “Thank you Yagura,” she says. “I really appreciate it.”

Yagura waits until she is immersed in the book before he slowly, subtly presses a hand to his cheek where she kissed it. It still feels warm and Yagura slumps, boneless against the laundry machine beside her.

He really loves laundry day.

Kojuro: It seems that today is also World Turtle Day. I should take Bontenmaru out on a walk…

(ok it was actually yesterday but I didn’t see the tweet until now lol. fuckkkkk the thought of kojuro putting bontenmaru on a leash and veeeeeeeeeeeery slowly ambling down the street is killing me)

So Barry Davis has his own podcast and last week Darwin Barney was on and they were talking about how Barney plays piano, and sometimes he has a teammate who comes over and they play together, and make up their own songs and this teammate has a really good ear, and makes up his own stuff… SAID TEAMMATE WAS RUSSELL MARTIN. 

DARWIN BARNEY AND RUSSELL MARTIN PLAY MADE-UP MUSIC TOGETHER. ON THE SAME PIANO. 

anonymous asked:

does may ever smile?

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Rowdy: Wishbone, you tell that baby that milk’s about ready to be delivered! Hey, what about– [backs into Mr. Favor]
Favor: [catching and letting go of Rowdy awkwardly] And where are you going?
Rowdy: Oh, I figured on milking me a buffalo cow!
Favor: You what?
Rowdy: Yeah, well…
Favor: Look, we’re moving this herd along in an hour. You figure you got time to find a buffalo, and milk it, eat your morning meal, and be ready to kick this herd along in an hour?
Rowdy: Well, I figured on passing on the morning meal.
Favor: As long as you’re ready when we are.
Rowdy: You mean as long as Mama Buffalo’s ready!