i didn't realize he looked this good

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Part 2, part 1 here (click for better quality)

My headcanon is that Eliza takes in Maria and looks out for her because girls gotta have each other’s backs.

I̭̦̳'̡̢̫̝̟̭̬͇̰̟̋ͭ̿̕m̨̯̪̟͓͚̭̻̫̩̔̿̕ ̧͎̱̠̜̝̺̿̄ͭͧͅa͍̙͙̹ͩͩ̑ͤͩ̄ͨ͆ļ̭͔̮̤̖̹̤̰͈ͭ͗̊̈w̢̳̜̜̍̋̓̑͑̓ͬa̵̵̝̫̗̮͊̎̐ͪ͌̍ÿ̯͓͎ͣ̅͋̐̈̎͆́̚͜ṣ̹̳̲͂͑ͤͪ̎͐̀ ̧̥̻̺͎͙̝͙̲̎͗̚͞t̢͍̤̃̈͜h̠̹͔̤̣̐̅ḛ̴̯̲͕̖̩̼̜̮̀͐̇̓́́͠ṛ̩̠͔͉̖̔͒̈ͦ̏ͨȩ̸͍̝̬̱ͥ̉̉̓ͣͥͧ̕.̤̤̩̦͉̥̳̆ͦ̊̇͠ ̴̟͆̾̃̾T̰̐͆̽ͭh̨̗̼͉͎̝̘̲ͩͪ̍̉͞ͅͅe̴̟̣̩̖̪ͪ̃͗̌͒̿͜ ̛̙͍͉̺ͨ̉ͥͩ́̀̍͢ç͖̟͕̦̼̜ͮ̉̅ͫ̆͛̚o̷͔ͫ̍ͦ̓͜r̷͍̝͙̗̻͎̥̽̏̽̄ͦͅn̢̫̯̤̜̲͖͓̾̏̚e̯͗ͭŗ͖̖̦̣̹̯̂̂̉̓ͬ̇̚͞ ̙̳͖̔ͅô̧̬̗̺͊̉ͅf̷̨̖̜͖̘̈́̿ͤ̉̆̚ ͚̠̩̣̳͙ͩ̒͆̀̈ͤͯ͑́y̸̡̛͉̮͇̰͔ͪ̍͊ͅö̧͍̪̩̱̉͒͆̾ü̷̢̜̣̝̮̻̬̣̣͂ͥ̒̅r̢͍͈̳̥̲̩̳̾̐͑̄̀͞ ̱͚͓̮ͧ͟e̵̜̪ͨͮ̓yͮ͋̊̈́͞҉̩̤̘̱͉̠̟̫ē̞̙̰͙̟͚̬͂̂͒̀͆̌ͬ̚͢,̸̡͕̝̱̼ͭͤ̃̆ͧ́̂̏̓ ̴̺̭̲ͫͯ̓̀ͪt̢̊͊̏ͫ͌͗͝͏̺h̡̛ͥ̀̿͏͚͙̹͍̥ḛ̱̦͚̫̩ͥ̂ͨ̏ ͎̲̇͐ͦ̑͗d͇̦̙̪̹̬̓̉̄̕͞ͅȃ̱̯̆̈́ͯͯ̏́͝r̾̐ͮ̈̇͢͟͏͖̪̮̦ķ͎̞͉̬̗ͧͪ͂̾̇̀e̤̟̦̍͊͂̊͑ͣ̕͢s͖̜̰͓̣̟̗̄͒̈́ͬ̊͆̓ͣ͟t̶̫ͦ̏̇ ̡ͨ̾͏̸̪̬̰̬̝̫̦̞̙c̭̬̖͖̩̭̜̒ͪ͘ó̷̒ͬ҉̝͕͓̪̤͍͓͘r͌ͩͦ͊̒͆҉̧̥͓̳̣̬̺̯͙n̶̗̣̜͛ͪ͐ͭͨ͟͝e̲̜͇͈͚̘̊̓̈̍ͭͬͅrͫ͆͊ͫ͆͏̵̼̳͟s̻̙͇̝͎̒̅̿͂͋̋̎̊̀,͈͈̹̠̰͉̜͗͊͐̈͆͑ ̮̟̮͔̜̪̫̍ͪ̏́͒ͫ͘ͅt̖̣̠̫̣͙͉̔̿̃̆̒͊̍͑ͅh͇̯̬̟̻͙̒̂ͣ̑ͯ̀͂̚͟͝ͅͅe̢̯̻̎͛ͬ̓̽̽ͫ ͍͎̩̭͈ͮ̊́ͧ̿̓̑̌̑c̨̮̤̭̹̺͆̈̾̊ͦo̟̻̮͔̗̝̻͙̒͝l̠̪̪̺̒ͯͧ͟d̥̻̲̭̞̐͌̏̃͌́ ̂̊҉̹̳̯̥͇̣͜b͍̉ͬ͗̆̂̑̆͜͡ŗ̱̞̥̽ȇ͉̠̝́͠e̼̠͈͚͒̓̀ͥͧ͋̀͝z͚̭̊͒̇͒̈̋͟ȩ̨͖̹̥̙̩̪ͩ͋ͬ̋͊̍̔ ̨̛͕̠ͭ̅̉̔͝t̜̘͓̜̝͓̳̯̑͂̆̓̈͂̉̒͘h̠̪̱̃͗̀ͣ̔̀ͤͨr̡͈͔̪̮͕͚̮̼̃̂ͣ̃͡ơ̚҉͕̮̼͉̮̼̪̗u̵̸͔͍̼̭̼ͣͥ̒g͇̰̞͚̲̯͔̋̆͑͐̈ͨ̅́͢͟h̪̩̝͇̰̗͙̺͉͛͋̈ ̮̇̿̓ͯͯͯ̈ͩ̀̀y̷̖̜̖̯͊̽̐̐͡o̻͍̫̝̮̟̞͍̬̿̎u͉ͭŗ̺̝͍͙̩̥͍̣͚͂ͪͧͬͭ̚ ̸̥̞̹̟̰̰̥ͬͧ͂͞d̢̦̠͊̂ͅȍ̧̢̼͓̪̙ͪͨͯͣ̚͜o̶̢̠͉̻͚̺͈͑͗̇r̷̙̪̳̤̲ͨ̃ͨ̊̀ͯ.͖̩̟̝̮̎͊͆ͦͨͭ͑ ̜͓̙̲͇̞̝̹̍̏ͯ͛̅ͨ̈̈́͝I̾͒ͭͫ͋̈́͋҉͈͙̳̠͇̭ͅͅn̷̬͈̜̮̠̤̽͗̓͛̽͋̓̅ ̵̷̙̻̺̖̳ͩ͐̒͒̓ͨ̋t̛̞͐̌͑ͤ͞ḫ̖̩͎̟̝̹͈̓ͭ͗ͦ̾͑͋͋ē̸̺̹̹͉̂̑ ̘̬͍͎̰̎͌ͥ̈́͆͜ͅd̨͉̮͍̹̦̫͇̅̍͜ë̡̜̺́́ͧ͂ͪ̈̄ͦą͇̤͕̥̲̣͊͠d̶͙͕̱̝̩͋ͪ̽͜ͅ ͇̙͚̣̞̈͜o͇͇̲̞̝͊̓͡͞f͐̈͒͗̋̈̎̏͏͙̳͝ ̋͗͒̔͊҉̪n̷̸̿ͮ͋̿ͥ͂͌̏ͯ҉̳͇͚i̘̦͍̖̮ͣ̌̆̿ͫ̑ͦ͜g̨͇̣͕̳̜̦͈̿ͣ͌ͭh̴̥̲͎ͥͭ͊̓ͨ̾̄̚͢t̠̣̥̝̤̆ͫͦ̿͐̎̽ͧ̒,̩̖̤͕̙̲͓̠͒ͬ̆̄͑͗́͟ ̖̬̬̝̋̃̔ͥͅI͖̮̬̙̫̹̽̉͆͜͝ͅ ̜̻̜ͧ̀̿ͤͬ͂s̳̪̓ͫͭ́̇͟͝͝t̡̧̫̠̯̠͇̰̟͑͒ͧͯ̋ͪͤ͡ͅa̫̼̽͆ͮͪͥ͌͜͢l̷̘̥̭͇̭͇̥̓ͧ̾̊̅͒̓͗͞k̶̹̦̟͆͝͞.͈̫͌̏͑ͫ͝ ̷̻͚̈̓̀ͥͩ
͉̰̗͕̦ͨ̽̏̈́͂̒̊̚͞I̞̪̖͎̗̦̩͌̐ ̠̻͎̩̋ͩ́ͅn̵̹͖̻ͧ̊ͥḙ̗̩̻̖͓͌̎̊̅̅v̛͉̻͚ͬͯ͐͑ͅe̜̦̰̲͐̅͐ͫͩ̒̇͟r̶͎̬̮̔͗͗ ̧̘̝ͭ̄̔͑͋̃̌ͬ͞l̟͓͕̠̤̏̾͛ͯ͢͠ȩ̭̫̭̻͙ͯ̇̃ͭ̾͑̋͢͡f̺̭̭̜͎̌̋͢͞ͅt̸̜̪̗ͮ͊̽̈́ͬͨ͐́̚.̵̹̗̟̣̻͇̘ͦ̉̍̓̐̐̋ͭ͘

anonymous asked:

The Ashi ending was fine. She was written fine. She was basically a tiny microcosm of all the relationships Jack had built in the future. Her death was the realization that he can't have those again; he had to make the choice of the greater good in lieu of maintaining what he'd built for himself in the future. She, along with all Jack's friends, existed because Aku existed. I do think it didn't make sense that she waited so long to fade away though. That's nonsensical.

Okay, look: I don’t fundamentally have a problem with Ashi disappearing at the end, but I hate the way that it was handled. And she was not “written fine.”

Ashi does have a personality and a character arc…sort of. The issue is that literally everything she ever did revolved around Jack. She was a complete satellite love interest, and even when horrible things happened to her, the focus wasn’t on how it made her feel but on how it made Jack feel. I mean, shit, she only found the strength to break free of Aku when Jack said he loved her! All of her accomplishments were because of him and she was written as a prop to bolster him, not as a character in her own right.

“But the story is about Jack!” Okay, uh, how about the other (male) friends that he made throughout the original series? I think most of them had actual personalities and made decisions that didn’t involve him. Let’s face the facts: Ashi had this issue because she was a love interest. And I’m sure the fact that there wasn’t a single female writer on the staff for Season 5 didn’t help.

The fact that she disappeared doesn’t bother me, because you’re right: everything in the future depended on Aku’s existence. But you know what does bother me? That Jack never expressed sadness over the fact that all his other friends would vanish! All he cared about in the end was Ashi – we never even saw him reunite with his family, they were treated as a throwaway consolation prize. He no longer cared about his family or his original goals; the romance completely overrode his character and made him nothing but an angsty male hero whose main objective is always his lady love.

Hell, have you noticed that large swathes of the fandom think the ending is sad because Jack’s life sucks, and not because Ashi had her whole life taken from her? That’s how the ending is written, and many fans internalized that. (And then they come yell at me for pointing out how poorly Ashi is written when they don’t really give a shit about her.)

Ashi could have been a great character. She could have sacrificed herself with full knowledge of what she’d be giving up, and her disappearance would be poignant. But nope, it was all about Jack’s Manpain, from beginning to end. And that’s why I and a lot of other fans are so pissed at the last episode.

  • In the morning
  • Izuru: “Nanami, why didn’t you look at me during?”
  • Souda: *spits out juice*
  • Fuyuhiko: “H-Hey! Watch it!”
  • Izuru: “During our walk today. You seemed preoccupied.”
  • Chiaki: “Sorry, the new gacha started for this new mobile game I’m playing. I’ll promise to make it up to you later.”
  • Fuyuhiko: *looks to Souda* “They’re just having a normal conversation.”
  • Souda: “How I was I supposed to know?”
  • At Gym Class
  • Izuru: *moves in swiftly towards Chiaki* “Nanami, are you wet?”
  • Hiyoko: *disgusted* “Is he for real??”
  • Izuru: “From earlier. It seems the sprinklers went off unexpectedly.”
  • Chiaki: “Hmm… I’m a little damp, but it feels good for a warm day like this.” *laughs*
  • Mahiru: *looks to Hiyoko* “What did you think he was talking about?"
  • Hiyoko: "I didn't know!"
  • Next Day
  • Chiaki: “Izuru-kun, I didn’t realize you were so hard…”
  • Teruteru: *nose starts bleeding* “Oh my…” “Didn’t realize these two were already in that stage~”
  • Chiaki: “....To beat. I really need to step up my game.”
  • Teruteru: “…” *falls dramatically to the floor*
  • Chiaki: *notices Teruteru* “Hanamura-kun, are you alright?”
  • Teruteru: “Will you two stop playing with my emotions?”
  • Izuru and Chiaki: *exchange confused looks* “Hmm?”

alright all i am in need of following some new blogs so please like and/or reblog if you post or reblog any of the following:

  • riverdale (or archie comics)
  • the walking dead
  • lgbtqa+ resources, positive posts, reblog/post lgbtqa+ webcomics or if you are lgbtqa+ and would like more queer people following you idk
  • aesthethic blogs
  • photography like nature, animals, people, etc
  • rick and morty or bojack horseman
  • moonlight, closet monster, blue is the warmest color, the way he looks, and/or other lgbtqa+ films and media
  • art

or if you get out my blog and feel that we have a similar vibe just like or reblog this post and i’ll check yours out!!

dannymay day twenty three

This is most certainly not what I expected to write going into today. Like,,, I helped with the prompts and came up with the “remembered” part, but. I didn’t expect for Wesley Weston to pop up and then. Day 23 gave me inspiration. So here you go. 

ao3 link here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10780767/chapters/24465300

prompt: forgotten/remembered

He’d not had many friends when he was little, since he’d moved out of town at seven. But he did remember one particular friend from first grade, his partner in crime, the kid he’d gone with the office to for pranking Steven Hapburg. Danny Fenton, Wes’s best friend for two years. And apparently, when Wes moved back into town, Danny hadn’t remembered him.

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Amazing - Part 2

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 3,430

Summary: Jensen and the reader do not get along. After months of driving each other crazy, what happens when Jensen has finally had enough?

Part 1


“What’s up, shorty!” You hear when you pick up your phone.

“Shut up, Jared. I’m not that short!”

“Ok. We can call you vertically challenged if that makes you feel better.” He says chuckling.

“I hate you.” You say laughing.

“Soooo. Watcha gonna be?” He says playfully.

“I need more information.” You say sighing.

“For my party, Y/N! Don’t play dumb.”

“Ohhh. Yeah, I’m not dressing up.”

“What?! There’s no way you’ll be allowed in if you don’t have a costume.”

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Sweater
  • Ron: *eating in the great hall with harry* *saw Hermione running towards them*
  • Harry: She's somewhat late
  • Ron: i know right? What was she doing last night? She's never late before
  • Harry: beats me
  • Hermione: *smiled and sat down next to Harry* Good Morning
  • Ron: *scans hermione up and down and noticed that she looked like she just woke up*
  • Harry: Hermione, why is your sweater's loose?
  • Hermione: hmm? Oh uhm
  • Ron: *looks at the Slytherin table* *saw Malfoy and his gang, Zabini, Parkinson and Nott laughing at his sweater* *laughed* looks like Malfoy got the opposite
  • Hermione and Harry stared at Draco, he was wearing a very tight sweater, almost didn't fit him
  • Harry and Ron realized something and looked at Hermione to Draco and Draco to Hermione, whilst Malfoy's gang did the same
  • Ron: did you...?
  • Hermione: *blushed furiously and left the great hall quickly*
  • Harry: Malfoy's gang is confused as we are
Love in Numbers pt. 2 // Spencer Reid x Reader

Part 1


A/N: Here it is. The long overdue sequel to Love in Numbers. It’s been sitting in Google docs for weeks because I couldn’t figure out whether I liked it or not.


Originally posted by toyboxboy


You leaned back onto the couch, stuffed with food and drinks after what had turned out to be a relaxing movie day for the most part. Spencer had chosen the movies and you weren’t surprised to see he favored classic films over the newer ones. It had been spent in the comfort of each other, something that came with incredible ease.

“I guess I won’t be seeing you as much now that I won’t be needing help with math,” you commented sadly as you turned to look at the man who sat next to you. The movie had ended and a slow song filled the silence between you as the credits rolled. He frowned at the idea of not seeing you as often as he had grown accustomed to.

“I also have degrees in other subjects I could help you with,” Spencer was quick to add, the thought of seeing you less causing him a great deal of unexpected anxiety. The mere idea of not seeing your beautiful smile directed at him at least weekly was enough to make his stomach drop.

“Spencer Reid, are you saying you want me to do bad in my classes just so you can step in and rescue me?” You asked teasingly as you enjoyed the bright blush that spread through his cheeks. Little did you know that the accusation wasn’t at all too far off from reality.

“I just don’t want to stop seeing you. I really enjoy your company,” he admitted with a sheepish smile. Your own lips pulled back almost instantaneously as your heart leapt, the smile on your face sending yet another wave of butterflies through Spencer’s stomach that night.

“Well, I’m free whenever you want to hang out,” you replied happily. “You know, whenever you’re not on a case.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Spencer replied with a grin.

"I should be headed home then. It’s late,” you sighed as you looked at the time. It was nearly midnight and there was a storm raging on outside which would make driving home hell.

“Are you sure? You can…you can stay if you want,” Spencer suggested timidly. You smiled, grateful at the offer, but shook your head.

“No, I don’t want to inconvenience you,” you replied as you stood and grabbed your belongings. Spencer nodded sadly and followed you to the door.

"Thanks for a good day,” you said with a happy grin as you reached the entrance. Spencer nodded and before he could lose any courage he had, placed a soft timid kiss on your cheek.

“Thanks for hanging out with me,” he replied as he sheepishly took a step back. A bright smile spread across your lips as your hand involuntarily reached up to touch the spot his lips had been. You nodded and walked away with a blush spreading across your cheeks. Spencer watched with the same warmth creeping underneath his skin as you made your way down the stairwell before disappearing.

In an instant his door was shut behind him and his phone was in his hands . He was dialing, hoping that the person on the other end would pick up despite the late hour.

“Reid?”

“Garcia, I think I have a problem,” Spencer said with a slight groan. His hand went straight through his brown locks, brushing through them in frustration.

“Oh, is this about Y/N?” she replied slyly with a hint of teasing in her voice.

“Yes. And I won’t even ask how you know,” Spencer replied with a slight laugh. “I really like her and I don’t really know what to do.”

“Tell her!” Penelope’s voice rang through excitedly. “You have nothing to lose.”

“I have everything to lose. What if she doesn’t feel that way? What if I lose her friendship forever?” he replied with a frown.

“That’s not going to happe-”

Penelope’s words were drowned out as a loud knock scraped against the wood of his door.

“Garcia, hold on a minute,” he said into the phone as he strode over to the door. He pulled it open, his eyes widening as he saw you standing there, completely drenched and shivering from the cold. “I’ll call you back later.”

Spencer moved aside and quickly ushered you in, disappearing for a moment and emerging with a towel in his hands. He wrapped it around your shoulders just as you gave another shiver.

“Thanks,” you sighed. “My car wouldn’t start and the rain decided to unleash all of its fury on me the second I stepped out of it.”

“You can stay here. We’ll call a mechanic in the morning,” Spencer suggested with worry. You nodded in agreement with the idea.

“That would be nice,” you replied just as your body shook once more. Spencer frowned as his hands reached out to touch you.

“You’re freezing. We have to get you out of those clothes.”

You watched as Spencer disappeared for another second before returning with a sweatshirt and a pair of flannel pajama pants. He handed them to you and quickly led you to his bathroom where he left you alone to change.

You hurriedly threw your wet clothes off and into his bathtub where they continued to drip. The soft fleece of his sweatshirt was heaven against your freezing back. Replacing the wet denim that had clung to your skin with his flannel pants was a welcome change. A happy sigh left your lips at the warmth that surrounded you the instant his clothes hit your skin.

“Way to look attractive,” you muttered as you looked at yourself in his bathroom mirror. “You look like a drenched cat.”

“Y/N? You okay in there?” Spencer asked through the door. He was definitely worried. You had walked back into his apartment looking as if you’d just fallen in a swimming pool and he knew how easily you got sick.

“I’m fine!” You called out with a sigh. You took a moment to towel dry your hair before opening the door and coming face to face with him.

“You can take my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch,” Spencer said with a small smile. He couldn’t bring himself to force you to sleep in the living room. All he could think of was your comfort.

Meanwhile, your own eyes widened as you hastily shook your head. You couldn’t steal Spencer’s bed from him. The living room was significantly colder than the rest of the house and forcing him to sleep there would be cruel. You were the guest, and therefore that was your place.

"Y/N, I’m not letting you sleep on the couch,” he replied with a small chuckle. Before you could protest it any further, you were being led into his bedroom and underneath the soft covers.

"Spence, thanks for this,” you said softly as he tucked you in. He grinned and nodded, daring to place a small kiss on your forehead before retreating to the living room. You sighed deeply, cursing yourself for having such bad luck. You knew your car tended to malfunction in cold weather, but you had let time get away from you as you watched movies with Spencer. Before you knew it, a storm had made its home above the city and your car refused to turn on.

"Damn car,” you muttered to yourself as you nestled into the soft mattress. It smelled like him, a mixture of sandalwood and vanilla that instantly calmed you. You breathed deeply, his aroma the last thing to linger in your mind before you fell asleep.


You woke up with a start, a scream escaping your throat at the loud crash outside. Your heart was pounding away and you could feel it as your hand instinctively reached up as if trying to calm it. Within a second the door to the room was thrown open, revealing a panicked Spencer.

"Y/N?? Are you okay?!” he exclaimed as he rushed towards your panic-stricken body. You nodded as he leaned down to your level, his hands cupping your cheeks and searching your face for signs of pain.

"The noise. It scared me,” you replied shakily as your heartbeat began to slow. Spencer frowned and stood, making his way over towards the window that showed the street below. The nearby tree had been struck by lightning amidst the raging storm and had broken in half, landing on top of some unlucky person’s car.

"It was just a tree,” Spencer reassured as he walked back toward you. You nodded and slowly laid back onto the mattress.

"Spence?” you whispered just as he took a step to leave. “Can you stay with me?”

"Of course,” he replied, swallowing nervously. “You don’t mind sharing a bed?”

"No. I’ll feel better with you here,” you replied softly. The rain continued to pour outside and you could both hear the loud rumble of thunder amongst the clouds. He nodded and moved around to the other side of the bed before carefully sliding underneath the covers. The two of you laid in bed in silence as the sound of the rain and wind howled outside.


"Y/N?” Spencer asked quietly, unsure whether you were asleep or not. At least half an hour had passed by and both of you had laid in silence. His body was more than aware that is was next to yours and his mind was plagued with different scenarios it kept coming up with.

"Yes?”

"Would it be wrong of me to confess something right now?” he asked, his voice low and filled with doubt.

"Well, it’s raining, we’re both stuck in bed, and apparently neither of us can sleep so I can’t think of a better time to confess something,” you replied with a small laugh. Spencer smiled, amused by your unwavering humor despite the circumstances.

"Alright, you make a good point,” he replied with a grin. “Y/N…I-I think I’m falling in love with you,” he finally said after he had summoned up every ounce of courage he had. His gaze remained locked on the ceiling, not wanting to see the look on your face after his confession. He had already convinced himself it wouldn’t be a good one.

"I think I’m falling in love with you too,” you replied softly.

Spencer couldn’t believe his ears at first. You’d just admitted you felt the same, that you actually reciprocated his feelings. He doubted himself for a second, wondering if his ears had betrayed him. He finally turned to look at you and smiled brightly as he realized you’d been staring at him with a giant grin on your face the entire time.

"That’s good,” he replied as his hand reached for yours underneath the sheets, lacing with your fingers effortlessly. You smiled and nodded, amused at his simple reply.

"I’d say that’s very good.”

Listen I don’t have a good cap or gif of it right now, but watching the scene with Luna and Roan again. I realized right when he is on his knees before he is dunked into the fountain, his eyes go towards where Octavia is. Like he knows it’s over for him and this is giving her a chance. I’m emo guys. @oktciviia @strisis @retributiions

LOL, I only know just realized that CV does not stand for Cover Letter….. and that a CV is more like a resume

lestkarrkingofeurope  asked:

(( Oh my God I just realized Saitou has broader shoulders than Urd - URD HAS AN ALMOST PETITE AND DELICATE FRAME AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA IMSOSORRYWHYAMILIKETHIS ))

//U up for a fight m8

NO ACTUALLY YES HHH just look at his tiny waist!!!
I absolutely adore his body shape, and although he’s of slim build, he is still extremely strong. 

But then again, you’re mentioning Saito, the seme of all semes… If you count his hands in the equation lmao. HAVE YOU SEEN HIS HANDS?! Of course he’s gotta have some shoulders to support his hands.

Not everyone can be as beautiful as urd
I mean what

City of Fallen Angels
  • Simon: You look lousy.
  • Jace: Seems an odd time to start an insult contest, but if you insist, I could probably think up something good.
  • Simon: No I mean it. You don't look good.
  • Jace: This is from a guy who has all the sex appeal of a penguin. Look, I realize you may be jealous that the good Lord didn't deal you the same chiseled hand he dealt me, but that's no reason to-
  • Simon: I am not trying to insult you.
A Conversation that Fairy Tail Needs.
  • Levy: So you decided to grow your hair out, Lu-chan? It looks great grown out!
  • Lucy: Ehehe... thanks! Don't tell anyone, but I had Cancer work some magic on it a few months ago.
  • Levy: Well, no duh. Hair only grows around five inches a year.
  • Lucy: It was that obvious?!
  • Levy: Hey, I read a lot of books. I can't say the same for anyone else in the guild. I doubt they know, and I'm not telling.
  • Lucy: Phew...
  • Levy: ...so... you called me here to talk over your book?
  • Lucy: No... I wanted to talk about last year, actually.
  • Levy: We got out of touch, didn't we...? Even though we said we wouldn't.
  • Lucy: We were both really busy. Jason doesn't even know what the word "vacation" means, Levy! And I'm sure your job at the council made mine look like cake! I don't blame you at all for our losing touch. I wanted to talk about Natsu, actually.
  • Levy: You've been awfully cold with him recently.
  • Lucy: Ugh... I don't even think he realizes that what he did was wrong. He could have at least said good-bye in person!
  • Levy: The note you showed me looked like it took about twenty seconds to write, but I don't think he didn't care.
  • Lucy: It sure looked like he didn't care.
  • Levy: Maybe he just didn't want to give himself the time to think?
  • Lucy: He never thinks.
  • Levy: Ouch, Lu-chan...
  • Lucy: Sorry...
  • Levy: I meant maybe he didn't want to think it over and talk himself out of leaving.
  • Lucy: He's playing completely dumb about it now, too. He can't just barrel over everything by ignoring the past year.
  • Levy: ...
  • Lucy: What's with that look?
  • Levy: Reminds me of Gajeel.
  • Lucy: Speaking of him... you spent the last year together. I know you're crushing on him. Why aren't you two a thing?
  • Levy: I like him, but... I don't want to make the first move.
  • Lucy: You are a strong, independent woman, Levy. C'mon!
  • Levy: But if I ask him first, it'd be giving up.
  • Lucy: What does that mean?
  • Levy: He never apologized to me, Jet, or Droy for the Phantom Incident. I want him to at least acknowledge that before I date him.
  • Lucy: ...
  • Levy: If I ask him out, it'll mean to him that I've completely forgiven him for what he did to us. I'm over and past it, but... I want an apology. Or something. Is that childish?
  • Lucy: No.
  • Levy: Unfair observation, but it's been eight years... haha.
  • Lucy: Do you really think he'll apologize, though?
  • Levy: ...I don't.
  • Lucy: Oh... Levy-chan...
  • Levy: Do you think Natsu's any different? Do you think he'll bring up the letter before you, Lu-chan?
  • Lucy: ...
  • Lucy: ...I don't.