i don't know i love his face

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i’m so glad isak and even have each other when they have to face something this horrible. the way even was holding his face, the way isak couldn’t help but just look into his eyes. the understanding. the way it said i know, okay, i know? i’m right here. the way it managed to appease isak despite how upsetting it was to go through what he had just gone through. they have each other, they have each other and they can just feed off each other’s love, and strength 

  • leo *showing nico a meme*: ahah look at this
  • nico: what does that mean
  • leo: uhm... nothing, it's just funny
  • nico: how
  • leo: you see. there's this sentence on top, and the image under it that makes the text funny
  • nico: I still do not get it.
  • leo: oh. okay. so. it says... "when someone steals your food", and then the image of this cartoon character who is about to punch someone in the face
  • nico: so?
  • leo *takes a deep breath*: okay. I'll try again... you see this dude? he is very angry and he's reacting to people stealing their food. his facial expression is hilarous. don't you relate?
  • nico: no one ever tried to steal my food.
  • leo *blinks*: ... you know what nevermind
  • nico *hours later, in front of a camera, recording himself*: I knew that meme. I love it. I just like lo look at leo struggling.
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An AU where Shiro is taking pictures of a party for his friend, and then he sees Keith playing the guitar–

(and we all know how Keith is when playing the guitar)

Did I hear LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?

Vax'ildan with his loved ones
  • Vax: [crying] I love you you are wonderful you're the best thank you so much for being in my life I don't know what I'd do without you you are my family you are wonderful
  • Vax: [slaps them across the face] okay bye fucker
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I love how in this scene Yu is literally ready to follow Yosuke anywhere

Meanwhile the others are like “Bruh. No way. You’re on your own on this one.”

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anonymous asked:

Hey can you please write a hc about Isak hiding his face by hugging Even cause he's embarrassed ? Thx !!

okay SO

isak has a hard time letting go when he’s dancing, he remains pretty stiff, mostly just bobs his head to the music. it’s just. it’s not fun, it’s something he’d force himself to do at parties, dancing with girls and trying to play and look cool. and the thing is that he doesn’t really dance at parties since he’s with even, because even would never force him to, and it’s been a while since he’s cared about what people think of him, about looking cool 

but the thing is that even wants to dance with isak. even loves to dance, he’ll often put on a song while they’re in their room or in the kitchen and just start dancing and singing along. and one day isak is sitting on the couch under even’s loft bed, his notes on his lap, and even puts on fy faen by hkeem and he starts dancing, smiling wide at isak. and isak keeps looking down at his notes, pretends not to smile, but then even comes and grabs his hand and tells him “baby come on” and isak frees his hand from even’s hold, tells him “i’m studying” and even shakes his head but keeps moving to the rhythm of the song, tells him “you’ve been studying all afternoon”. and he grabs isak’s hand and pulls harder, lifting him up, isak’s notes falling to the ground, isak ending up pretty much pressed against even 

and even puts his arms around isak’s neck, whispers “hey you,” and isak can’t help but smile a little at that. but he’s still not really moving, not letting himself go, and then the song is ending and he shrugs, says “oh well, that’s too bad!” and he leans in to kiss even, expecting him to stop dancing, but the song just starts again. and even breathes out a laughter, says “i put it on repeat” and isak whines, tells even “i’m so bad at this”. and even shakes his head, whispers “you’re so good at this, you just need to let go. no one’s watching us, just move with me” and as he says that, his hands go down to his hips, and he starts making isak move the same way he is, and isak finally. starts moving by himself and even’s hands are simply placed on his hips, not guiding him anymore, just as a way to feel closer to him. it’s nice, moving together and kissing each other and smiling into the kisses. it’s  fun and sexy and warm and even thinks to himself that he could do this all day long, that dancing alone is nice, but it’s nothing compared to dancing with isak 

that is until even’s mom opens the door of his room, letting him know that diner was ready. and isak freezes, eyes wide, and mouths “oh my god”. and even chuckles, says “oops”. isak remains motionless, speechless for a few seconds until he lets out a little wail, buries his face against his shoulder, and he starts mumbling all sorts of things, from “i can’t believe your mom saw us dancing like that” to “this was the worst idea ever” to “i’m never dancing ever again. nope, nope, never again in my entire life”. and even simply wraps his arms around him, trying not to laugh, telling him “you’re totally dancing with me again, baby, tomorrow you’ll be dancing with me” 

they’re at a party the next day. and fy faen starts playing again, and even looks at isak wtih a grin, and isak just mouths “no”, but then even is asking sana, whom isak was hanging out with, “do you mind if i borrow him for a bit?” and sana raises an eyebrow, but her and even share a knowing smile. and isak lets out a sigh, and he actually takes even’s hand. and even kisses him softly before they start dancing, like they were yesterday, same movements, same song, and feeling like they alone in this room. and isak looks into even’s eyes and even thinks that what he loves the most about this moment is not the fact that he gets to be so close to isak and dance with him, but rather the fact that isak really seems to enjoy himself. because that spark in isak’s eyes is one of his favourite sights in the world. and when isak buries his face in his neck, he doesn’t do it because he’s embarrassed this time. he simply breathes even in, smiles against his skin 

you’ve met one another, right?

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or the one where everything is still the same: even and isak still do happen. but it’s observed under sana’s watchful inspection. on even.

(or the one where ten times, sana sees even, as even and isak happen.)

canon compliant, but, with a little bit more. this wasn’t meant to turn into a full blown fic but, oh well, no can do.

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do u even realize how petty Nathaniel, Mr Student Body President, is like :

  • “how about u make peace with Castiel now that the whole Deborah thing is cleared up” asks Candy. “lol nope” answers Nathaniel.
  • “it’s nice to have someone to hate ! it helps you appreciate everyone else more !”
  • Armin makes an ~innocent~ comment about Candy’s chest. Nathaniel proceeds to break his leg with a chair.
  • “sorry I didn’t do it on purpose !”
  • in the same vein : “one of my drumsticks just slipped out of my hand ! and I don’t know how, but it landed on Castiel !”
  • called Deborah a “garce” but I saw google translation translate the word to “bitch” and tbh same (official ts : “awful girl”)
  • jusrt ffuckinj slamed a door on his rival’s face. u talkin about my gf ? how about u say Hello to Mrs Locker Door right there here I’ll help u

mademoiselleplaguedoctor  asked:

I would like to request ftm trans!draco coming out to Narcissa/ them bonding! thank you so much ilu <3

Hi my love ♡ I hope it’s okay! 


Draco couldn’t do this.

He had dreamed about how he would tell his mom - make her dinner, buy her flowers and hug her tight.

Before.

Just in case she didn’t want to hug him ever again.

After.

He would tell it to her slowly, breaking the news as carefully as possible.

(Anything to save her from an imminent heart attack.)

He had made a speech, wrote it down on paper in the middle of the night, the paper stained with tears because he couldn’t focus on anything but the fact that his mother is going to hate him.

Pansy had calmed him down from several panic attacks, Blaise had basically just told him to “suck it up and tell them” and he was still convinced that he’d rather jump into the Hogwarts lake and be drowned by the giant squid than go through with this – because oh dear Merlin he couldn’t do this.

But he couldn’t back down now.

Because his mother was standing in front of him, her hands full of clippings he’d stashed in his room, his binder wrapped over her wrist and – oh no.

“Love,” his mother began, slowly, looking up from the muggle Trans Teenagers magazine clippings, “what’s this?”

“I –”

He had prepared a speech. He was going to do it, but he wasn’t ready now – he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t he couldn’t he couldn’t

He had to.

“I’m..” he took a deep breath, looking down at his hands. “I’m sorry, mother.”

“Darling,” she started again, her voice slightly off, as if she was on the verge of tears. “Are you – is this –“

It felt like there was a hippogriff on his chest now, pressing down on him until all he could do was choke. Please, please, she’s going to hate me - “I – yes, mother, I –“ why couldn’t he breathe, he needed to breathe –“I’m so, so sorry that – I didn’t mean to –“

Then, suddenly, she lurched forward and wrapped herself around him.

She hugged Draco tight to her chest, locking her arms around him and her head against his hair – crying and kissing his forehead, whispering impossible things to him, “shh, darling, it’s okay, I’m here –“

“Mom,” Draco sobbed, hugging her tightly. His heart was going bonkers. Was this really happening? “I’m not your –“

“You’re my child,” Narcissa said through the tears, firmly and clearly. “And that’s all that matters.”

Draco hiccoughed a laugh, a broken one but it felt real, and he buried his face deep in her chest. She didn’t hate him – she was hugging him, she wasn’t appalled, she wasn’t locking him up – he couldn’t believe this he couldn’t

“And I think,” Narcissa continued softly, “that your father has always wanted a son, anyway.”

They both snorted at the same time, and then started laughing.

Because at the moment, it was fine. Draco could finally breathe in deeply, knowing that whatever his father would say, he’d be able to go through it, to keep standing and face him, knowing that his mother was right there beside him to hold his hand.

“I love you,” he murmured finally, and she squeezed him tighter. 

She didn’t need to say it back.

He knew.

hey-therejuliet  asked:

Your blog is simply amazing. I've read all of your prompts and godd I didn't think I could love this pairing more but you've made it possible. I was wondering though. Could you write a fic where they don't know what personal space is.. like they're always graviting towards each other but don't realize it until several people point it out. You would make my day like you did today and put so many smiles on my face and I felt really giddy. Love your work so much 💕

Hey, you’re awesome! Thanks so much love! I love this prompt, I could totally see it happening on the show.

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Reaching over to grab a handful of chips out of Betty’s lunch box, Jughead threw his arm over her shoulder, effectively dragging her even tighter against his side.

Kevin elbowed Veronica in the ribs, causing her to turn and raise an eyebrow in annoyance, dramatically throwing his eyes over to the pair he made some sort of quiet noise along the lines of “mmmhmm”

Veronica’s eyes widened at The sight in front of her, Betty leaning into Jughead while his arm was wrapped lazily around her. To anyone else in the world you would think these two were a couple, the level of comfort and intimacy They shared was unbelievable, they didn’t even seem to realize the closeness continuing with their conversations as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“Strike two.” Kevin whispered into Veronica’s ear with a wicked smile. She returned it and quickly sent a text to the redhead sitting across from her.

VERONICA: Cheryl, you seeing this?

Cheryl’s eyes turned up from the text on her phone, casting a glance to Betty and jughead

CHERYL: this is totes nothing compared to the walk to physics class.

Veronica laughed out loud remembering the hilarious scene she had watched take place.

Betty and jughead couldn’t seem to stop tripping over each other, every time Betty would move right Jughead was right on her heels, stepping on the backs of her flats, if jughead moved to head the opposite way Betty just so happened to be going the other direction causing at least three collisions in the middle of the halls.

She was silently laughing so hard at the memory tears were streaming down her face.

“You okay Ronnie?” Archie said eyeing her watery eyes and reaching a hand out to wipe a stray tear.

“You’re crying!” Betty jumped up knocking jugheads arm right in his face , causing her to break into another fit of uncontrollable giggles.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m just having….spacial issues.” At this she set off Cheryl and Kevin, they were now laughing equally as hard she was.

“Did I miss the joke?” Jughead said confused

Betty raised an eyebrow as the lunch bell went off “apparently I missed it too.”

Everyone stood to head back inside, feeling slightly high from there five minute long laugh fest

“You guys are so weird.” Betty huffed as she grabbed her bag.

Jughead just shook his head, nudging Betty over so he could walk beside her.

As the group walked to their final class of the day, one of the mathletes accidentally shoved Betty into jugheads arms

“Watch where you’re going! I’m sure solving derivatives can wait.” He snarled towards the tiny freshman.“you okay?” he asked, his arms still comfortably holding her from behind

She nodded, resting her head against his chest.

Veronica stared at the pair, looking around at her swooning friends, she had to get to the bottom of this.

“Okay what’s up with you two, it’s like you can’t be apart for more than three minutes and it’s like gravity keeps pushing you two into each other.” She said sassily

Jughead dropped his arms from her waist and Betty stepped away blushing.

“What are you talking about Ronnie?”

“Oh come on guys, everyone can see it except you two, you’re like destined to be close.” Cheryl answered giddily, she loved a good romance.

“Totally agree, like Romeo and Juliet.” Kevin nodded.

Archie laughed “its totally true, I haven’t seen one of you without the other in weeks.”

Jughead was smiling down at Betty now and she looked up at him with a curious smile

“Whaddaya say bets? We can’t let the universe down can we?” He smirked holding his arm out for her to take.

She laughed loudly, sliding her arm into his.

“You’re so right juggie, physics and all that.” Smiling and holding each other close the couple made their way down the hallway, leaving their friends to stare in shock

The silence was broken when Archie mutter d happily

“I ship it.”

Strictly Professional

Summary: You recognized the problematic customers the second you saw them. Lin, however, took the cake with being the most memorable client you’ve ever had. (TattooArtist!Reader)

Paring: Lin x reader

Words: 4,428

A/N:Thank you to @strongenoughfoundation for being awesome and giving me tips for certain parts of the story (you’re the queen of dialogue)! Also, thank you to @how-could-i-do-this for proofreading (I’m glad i’m getting better at not switching tenses lol). I wrote this in celebration of my first tattoo lol! Thanks for reading!

Edit: @whenthingsgettoughdontpushmeaway - I remember you asking to be tagged when I posted. @buckybarneshairpullingkink - You already read it, but I didn’t forget (well, I did, but ya know lol)


“Is that him?” you mumbled to your coworker Liz as you emerged from your room to the front desk, watching the man that paced back and forth in front of the parlor.

You could always spot the first-timers the instant you looked at them. You could sense the excitement and nervousness rolling off them in waves, their bodies tense from the anticipation of the ink that would soon permanently mark their skin.

But him?

It was more like a tsunami of emotions, crashing and tumbling over his body as he questioned his decision to get a tattoo. You felt it before you even stepped foot into the same room as him.

“It’s so unfair that you always get the cute ones,” Liz whispered as she handed you his paperwork. She had an appointment in ten minutes, and with the piece being a fairly large and intricate one, she passed him off to you.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring her comment and scanned his papers, noting his name and birthdate. “Lin?” you called.

He spun on his heel at his name, his swift steps having him in front of the desk within seconds. “Hi, yes, that’s me,” he answered quickly.

You inwardly sighed, knowing exactly what kind of patron he was going to be: the spazz that spoke too much, asked too many questions, and would hold his breath until he turned blue. “My name is Y/N and I’ll be with you today. What kind of tattoo would you like Lin?” you asked, watching as he nervously drummed his fingers against the counter.

His eyes widened, looking at you disbelievingly. “You’re the one giving me the tattoo?”

The neck cramp that you got when you handled frustrating customers reared its ugly head. “Yes. This is a fairly small tattoo shop and you just happened to come in last minute, without an appointment…” you said slowly, narrowing your eyes and challenging him to say anything further.

“I didn’t expect someone that looked like you to give me a tattoo. I’ve always pictured a big, burly man and not a beautiful woman that…” Lin trailed off, sighing when he realized what an ass he must have sounded, “I’m just going to shut up now. Sorry.”

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LITERALLY JUST IMAGINE FUCKING TEDDY LUPIN DECKED OUT IN HIS HUFFLEPUFF ROBES WITH THE HEAD BOY BADGE ON IT WITH HIS HOT BLUE HAIR AND THIS BIG BOY SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD SMIRK AND SMILE AS HE CROSSES HIS ARMS AND WATCHES LITTLE ELEVEN YEAR OLD JAMES SIRIUS POTTER BRAVELY WALK TO THE HAT AND SIT DOWN AND HEARING THE VOICE RING OUT GRYFFINDOR. AND TEDDY POUTS AND GOES ‘DAMN’ BUT HE WATCHES PROUDLY AS HIS YOUNGER FREAKIN BROTHER RELATED OR NOT WALKS TO THE GRYFFINDOR TABLE AND SITS DOWN WITH AN AWE FILLED FACE. AND HE WHIRLS AROUND TO WAVE FRANTICALLY AT TEDDY AND TEDDY GRINS AND WAVES BACK AND STICKS HIM A THUMBS UP BECAUSE ‘GOOD JOB, JAMES. MUM AND DAD’LL BE PROUD.’

anonymous asked:

Victor: Yuuri~ (^ ❤️ ^) Yuuri: Hi Victor :) Victor: Done working? Yuuri: Yes. But I'm still stressed :( The case im working on is complicated Victor: ooh what case? Maybe I can help, Officer ;) Yuuri: Hahaha thanks. It's called "The Nikiforov Case" Victor: Oh. I don't know that Yuuri: I didn't really expect you to Yuuri: I don't even know what his face looks like haha Victor: Hm Victor: What do you think he looks like?? Yuuri: i think he would be bald tbh! Haha Victor in the distance: fuck

Interesting dialogue! :D
Hahaha, poor Victor ^^;;
IT’S OKAY, EVEN IF YOU GO BALD YURI WILL SURELY STILL LOVE YOU
Though, he’s probably less in love with the criminal side of you XD

The way I was drawing Ethan bugged the hell out of me but I love drawing him pfft, so, I decided to try and “personalize” his face a tiny bit more in my style, or idk something like that lol

  • naruto: sasuke really pisses me off
  • kiba: yeah, he's the worst
  • naruto: I hate his hair
  • kiba: it looks like a duck's ass
  • naruto: and his stupid sexy smirk
  • kiba: I know- wait, what?
  • naruto: plus his butt is, like, ridiculously perfect, what the hell is up with that
  • kiba: um, naruto
  • naruto: also he has the most beautiful face I've ever seen, he kind of looks like a girl
  • kiba: ...
  • naruto: of course, if he was a girl, he'd be so cute I'd probably fall in love with him or something, which sucks
  • kiba: dude, hate to break it to you, but I think you're in love with him now
  • naruto: shut up kiba that's not funny
  • kiba: I wasn't kidding
  • naruto: ...
  • naruto: please don't tell sakura

on the walk from the subway station to magnus’s loft, the air felt thick with summer. it felt like it was threatening lightning and it was pressing in on alec’s skin with every step he took up the well lit street, the sound of traffic and the river loud around him. it was one of those nights where it wasn’t exactly warm but you could feel the temperature rising, pulling itself up for the next day which would be sticky no doubt. there was something strange about it, and yet something beautiful and alec was lost in his thoughts as he got to magnus’s building and pushed through the doors.

the minute he was inside in the lobby, the processed air hit him and he realized as he breathed just how thick everything had felt outside. it made it even clearer as he stood there waiting for the elevator that tonight would be a rainstorm, possibly a violent one. but his mind didn’t stay on it long as he listened to the chime of the elevator and stepped in. it was quiet and cool inside and he leaned against the railing, running his fingers over the string of his bow. he had come from an unsuccessful stakeout and there hadn’t been a point heading back to the institute before he went to magnus’s. he’d told raj he’d send him his report and he’d see him tomorrow, then they parted with two equally tired smiles after a long day of work.

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