i just find it funny ok

Fanon Lotor be like

i am not even sorry just take this

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Underestimating Lance is not the smartest of moves- he may be a goofball on the surface, but in reality he’s one of the most crucial and powerful members of Voltron. No, not because he’s the Sharp-Shooter or anything, he’s even greater than that.

In the end, I firmly believe he’s the team’s Bard. And all of his failed flirting and everything up to this point in the series has just been him getting the worst roles. But when things get close, at some point, I am positive that he’s gonna get that one role that gets the main villain on their side, and pretty much save the campaign for the team.

…Ok I don’t know if that’ll actually happen, but I’m really really hopeful. And, again like in one of my previous posts, I just really want Lotor to be the one person out of everyone they’ve met to find Lance attractive and think his jokes are funny. xD


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hello i want to point out a funny thing in separation arc

so in these panels

i’ve seen it translated as this:

they did a p damn good job, but missed one thing by simplifying what reigen says in the panel where he looks all distraught and dramatic with his hand on his face.

what he says in there, if translated more literally, is…

ohhh the gall! they DARE to smear ME with this bullshit setup, this handsome, gentle me who is letting everyone and anyone rely on himself!" “SHIT…”

but the next second in the next panel he has righted himself and looks calm, and says:

"but even saying that, no matter how much gossip management i do, if i’m doing it alone it’s just wasted effort.”

and yes, the “but even saying that” lampshades what he just said as something ridiculous. so basically the feeling is…

“they DARE insinuate that? at this gorgeous face!? lol but seriously tho i might be as well yelling shit like that, nothing is working.”

makes you think about reigen’s self-awareness and sense of self-worth and confidence, doesn’t it.

10 Tips for Writing (Good) Smut

so. let’s do this.

About a year ago, I had to read a book for my school’s summer reading assignment called How to Read Literature Like a Professor by Thomas Foster. It’s not a bad book, pretty decent actually, but there was this one chapter about sex scenes in literature. And one of the first sentences was along the lines of “writing sex is boring.”

and I did a double-take. Bc in my experience, that is absolutely not the case, and if you do find yourself bored while writing smut, then you’re not doing it right. See, Thomas’s main argument was that there’s only so many ways you can write sex scenes, because there’s only so many sex acts you can choose from. (My boy Thomas is clearly a vanilla dude, but let’s not hold that against him.) 

But one of the most important things to keep in mind while writing smut is that it’s not necessarily just about the act itself. So while Thomas is right that there are limits as to how many ways ppl can have sex, he failed to realize that writing sex is about a LOT more than that. And I’m gonna prove it to you.

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Title:  What You Need

Summary: After a stressful review meeting Draco thinks maybe its about time Harry were honest with himself.

Word Count: 1977

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Draco can feel the tension in his body twisting and turning, slowly ebbing away as he and Harry leave Robards’ office in a hurry.  He’d been dying to get out of that meeting from the moment it had begun this morning. 

It had been a mandatory review of all of their cases from the last six months.  Apparently the head of the department had decided that no one was exempt from the intense scrutiny they’d just faced over the last two hours.  Hell he had expected it to be brutal based on the chatter around the Auror office from those who had already faced their own review, but even he couldn’t have anticipated the kinds of questions they would ask.

“And do you feel your relationship with Mr. Potter is completely professional?”

“Mr. Malfoy, have your feelings for Mr. Potter ever gotten in the way of your ability to make an unbiased call in the field?”

“Mr. Potter, there is a history of rash decisions in your case file.  Do you believe yourself of sound mind and judgement in the heat of the moment?”

“Gentleman, have you ever had more than a professional working relationship with your Auror partner?”

They’d claimed the questions were standard, and would be the same for all partners regardless of gender or sexual orientation.  A necessary precaution they’d called it.  But Draco had felt his insides churning at the questions, his mind over run with thoughts and desires which he usually worked very hard to keep below the surface.  He had answered them with a cool and calm countenance that had betrayed nothing of his true feelings.

Harry on the other hand had begun to get agitated the second they’d questioned his personal life.

“I’m a damn good Auror and what I do off the clock is none of your business.”

They were partners.  Friends.  And yet Harry had bristled at the insinuation they were more, refusing to answer the questions which Draco was sure only made things about a hundred times worse.  

By the time they finally reach their office Harry is in a right mood, ripping his Auror robes off and flinging them on the chair in the corner.  He takes his glasses off next, setting them on the desk and rubbing his face with both hands.  He looks tired, stressed.  It’s not the first time Draco has wondered why Harry is still an Auror.  He’s good at it, damn good in fact,  His reflexes are excellent and his experience with Dark Wizards invaluable.  But even after three years working together Draco can see that he still has trouble taking orders; he’s brash and though his instinct are usually right he follows them blindly.  Mostly though, despite how good he is at his job he just doesn’t seem happy.

Draco watches with curiosity as Harry just drops to the floor, as if he truly cannot take another moment of anything, running his hands through his hair before laying down.  He feels guilty for the thoughts that run through his mind, the way he can’t take his eyes off the strength in Harry’s forearms, or the space between his legs.  H knows he shouldn’t be thinking those things when Harry is clearly struggling.  But the questions had been too much, had brought too much to the forefront of his min,  and though he might not be showing it outwardly Draco feels just as close to exploding as Harry looks.

“Do you regret it?” Harry asks quite suddenly, startling Draco out of his thoughts.

“Regret what?”

“Becoming an Auror?”

Of all the things Draco thought the other man might say that is not one of them.  He thinks back on the brutal years in training, of the distrust and harassment he had faced when he first joined and the hard work and determination it had taken to get anyone to take him seriously. He thinks back to when they had first become partners and the way they had argued and clashed just as intensely as they had in school, until one day after a bad case when they’d both ended up at the same bar and gotten pissed after work together.  The next day he couldn’t remember what either one of them had said or done, and truth be told he still has no idea if Harry ever remembered because they never discussed it, but things had changed after that.   They had begun working as a team, and before Draco had known what was happening they weren’t just two people being forced to work together they were partners; a well functioning team that both trusted and relied on one another.  

He looks at Harry now, sprawled out on the floor looking tense and unhappy, something Draco now knows he hides from almost everyone else and he wonders what it means that Harry trusts him with the ugliest sides of himself so implicitly.  

Draco doesn’t usually stop to think about his own feelings, not after having worked so hard to push them away.  He regrets many things in his life, but becoming an Auror is not one of them, not when it has led him this.  Whatever this might be.

“No, I don’t.”

Harry’s shoulders tighten and Draco wonders when exactly he learned to read the other man so well.  He looks angry, at himself Draco thinks, and guilty.  

“You know its ok to hate your job.”

Harry jerks his head up in surprise, his brow crinkling in confusion.  “But you just said-”

“I know perfectly well what I said.  I answered your question honestly.  You just didn’t ask the right question.”  Draco crosses his legs, leaning back in his chair and watching Harry throw his hands in the air before dropping his head back to the ground with an audible thud.

“Well what the bloody fuck was the right question?”

Draco can’t help it, he laughs.  Harry shoots him an angry look.

“I’m so glad you find this so funny.”

“Always so fucking melodramatic, Potter.”  Draco knows exactly what to say to get a rise out of him and Harry is on his feet in seconds.  

“That meeting was a load of shit.  We’re the best Aurors in the department and they know it.” 

“Are you angry because they questioned your work ethic or because they questioned our relationship?”  Draco says, and is surprised at how good it feels to say something.  To acknowledge them in some way, even if they have no idea what they are.  

Harry opens his mouth to speak and then stops as if he’s thought better of it.  He suddenly looks so unsure, and so much younger than his twenty seven years.  He rubs his hands on his shirt almost unconsciously and just stares at Draco.

“Do you want to know what I think?” Draco asks, rising from his seat and closing the small distance between them.  He can practically feel the tension in Harry’s body, the air nearly crackling with it.  “I think you’re tired of all of it; of the protocol and the bureaucracy and the phoniness.  You’ve spent your entire fucking life saving everyone else and being who they needed to be and I think you’ve finally had enough.  Today.  Right now, Harry.  You’ve had enough.”

Harry sucks in a deep breath, and Draco has no idea what to expect because he knows he’s crossing that forbidden line that says neither one of them will acknowledge real feelings but he doesn’t care because he can’t stand another day of pretending either.

“Aren’t you tired of being what everyone else needs you to be?  Don’t you want to get what you need for once?”

Harry licks his lips, still unable to move from his spot as if his feet have been spelled to the floor.  “And what exactly is it you think I need?”

Fuck it Draco thinks, he’s come this far already.  Instead of saying anything he reaches out, his hands sliding into Harry’s hair and gently urging him closer.  He presses his lips to Harry’s, afraid for a moment he’s made a mistake and gone too far but then Harry is nearly clawing at him, his hands grabbing onto Draco so tightly it almost hurts. 

The kiss is almost brutal, desperate, and so fucking good Draco stops trying to hold it in and just moans into Harry’s mouth which only spurs the other man on even more.  Draco’s hand is sliding down Harry’s back when there is a knock on the door and they spring apart just seconds before the door flies open.  It’s Robards.  Draco has never wanted to curse someone as badly as he does right in this moment.  His heart aches and he just knows the moment has been ruined, that this interruption has shattered whatever fragile thing they were beginning.

“Listen, Potter, Malfoy, about before I-”

“I quit!” Harry shouts and Draco’s mouth falls open in the most un-Malfoy like display of shock he’s ever shown.

“Excuse me, Potter, you can’t quit!”

Draco doesn’t even look at Robards, because he can’t take his eyes off Harry.  Harry looks giddy, euphoric even, and it reminds Draco of the way Potter used to look after he’d caught the Golden Snitch.

“Yes, Sir, I can.  I quit.  I hate my job,” he shouts, and then he begins to laugh.  Robards looks like he thinks Harry might have lost his mind.  “God that felt good to say out loud.  I FUCKING HATE MY JOB!” he screams even louder, making several of the other Aurors peek their heads down the hallway and through the open door to their office.  

Robards holds his hand up to silence him but Harry is paying him no mind.

“I hate the paperwork and the assignments and the bloody protocol that makes no sense sometimes and I hate the awful hours.  Fuck I hate everything about it except that I get to work with you,” Harry says, turning to look at Draco with a look so pure in intensity Draco is glad he’s sitting down already.

“And what about you, Malfoy?” Robards asks, sounding equal parts confused and helpless.

“Oh I quit too. I detest this job.”

“I thought you said you didn’t regret becoming an Auror?” Harry asks suddenly, as if he’s forgotten Robards is just standing there watching them.

Draco shrugs, almost nonchalantly.  “I don’t regret it, not at all.  But I still fucking hate this job.”

“Then why don’t you regret it?” he asks, and Draco wonders how it’s possible that other man really doesn’t see it.

“Because you oblivious idiot, I’m in love with you.  Pretty sure if you jumped out this window right now I’d follow you like a lovesick puppy.  It’s absolutely pathetic,” he answers in the most self deprecating tone possible.

“Oh.”

“Yes, Harry.”

“Well, that’s rather good then isn’t it.  Because I’m in love with you.”

“Right, well I’ll just be leaving now,” Robards mumbles awkwardly before shutting the door behind him.  Neither Harry nor Draco pay him any attention.

“So, before….when you said you knew what I needed,” Harry begins to say, crossing the room until he’s standing directly in front of Draco with his hand outstretched.  “What if you showed me instead.”

“I can’t think of anything I’d like more,“ Draco answers, taking Harry’s hand in his own and thinking that maybe what they both want and need might just be the same things.

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Q: Can we talk baby goats and how that completely blew up?  How everyone loves you holding baby goats in the show?

Travis Fimmel: Oh, did they really?  Oh, that’s funny.  I don’t know if I’ve held a goat.  I held a lamb one time, it was a lamb.  I dunno, I just walked past and I grabbed one.  I needed something to hold because the two girls sitting next to me weren’t very happy with me.  It got comforting that way.

Best Friends (Jungkook one shot smut)

Originally posted by grape-joon

A/N: The link kept spazzing so I had to repost, sorry xx

Summary: You slept with your best friend, Jungkook. A mistake, a drunken adventure destined to gnaw at your mind. But what’s worse? You have feelings for him. 

Genre: Smut, Angst (oh boy), fluff

Pairing: You x Jungkook

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Smut, mentions of drinking

You’ve had so many dirty dreams about Jungkook already. So many dreams that felt so real. That’s why when you reached over and touched his arm, you almost fell off of the bed.

You jumped up, dragging the sheet with you to wrap around your very naked body. It was as if he was a complete stranger you woke up next to by the way you backed up and away from the bed. It was worse than that.

It was your best friend.

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Little One

Reader x Kol Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Word count: 2114

Imagine: being Damon and Stefan’s little sister and having to tell them you are dating Kol Mikaelson.

Being a Salvatore had its perks and, mostly, it was great to have caring and loving siblings. Of course, as you were the younger one and a girl, Damon and Stefan felt like you were, somehow, weaker than them and needed their full protection on every decision you made. Those kind of thoughts annoyed you deeply and it was exactly what drove you to run away from them, disappearing for a few decades. It was for your own sake and you did not regret it for one minute.

“So, mind to tell us where the heck were you last night?” Damon asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Out with a friend.”

“Y/N, you know it’s dangerous out there, especially with the Originals in town.” Stefan reasoned with you.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine and I’m surely not scared of them.”

Your brothers did not know, but you had met the Mikaelsons years ago and grew very close to them, especially to the younger one: Kol Mikaelson. You and him dated for a while, enjoying the pleasures of being wild vampires in the twist of the millennium. It was a brief relationship, though. He disappeared without any explanation and left you heartbroken.

“You should.”

“Don’t worry about me, sweethearts.” You laughed. “Now I’ll go upstairs and shower. Do not disturb me, okay?”

“When did you become so bossy?”

“My brother taught me so when I was little girl.” You yelled, in the way to your room, hearing Stefan laugh downstairs.

Soon enough, you arrived your destination, rushing to open the curtains and admire the gorgeous day outside. Bright sun, white clouds; the whole scene got you wishing to put on a bikini and go swimming. But, as you were at Mystic Falls, that would not be possible. A sigh came out of your lips as the realisation you missed your travels hit you. Shaking your head, you undressed quickly, leaving a small pile of clothes on the floor.

At the bathroom, you put together a great shower.

“Damn it, Damon.” You rolled your eyes, noticing one of your bath salts was gone.

Having no other choice, you shrugged and entered the tub. The water was so warm and cosy it made you close your eyes, smiling. After the long night you had, that was exactly what you needed to unwind.

The minute you closed your eyes, you could not help but think about Kol. It was funny how you thought you would never see him again and, somehow, he was undaggered by Niklaus the same time you got back to Mystic Falls. Sure it could not be a coincidence.


[Over 100 years ago]

“So, Mary, are you sure this party is safe?”

“Yes! I’ve told you that a million times. One of my friends, Elijah, invited me over, I asked if you could come and he said yes.”

“Why do I feel you’re not telling me everything?”

“Come on, Y/N! Let’s go! You get to meet handsome men and drink fresh blood, that ought be good.”

You bit your lower lip, analysing the situation and finally agreeing to go, nodding your head slightly. Mary smiled and let out a girlish shout, which made you giggle.

“By the way, you look stunning in that dress.”

“Don’t make me blush or I might regret going to this party thing.”

Mary only rolled her eyes, the smirk never leaving her lips, and grabbed your hand, pulling you inside the vehicle. For your best friend, life was an endless festivity, you just had to jump in it and enjoy. As for that evening, you decided to go along with her beliefs.


{later that night}

“This is such a bore, Mary. You never told me it was going to be ball.”

The family who owned that place was, surely, very rich. The room had a very unique decoration, featuring light coloured walls, expensive furniture and a bunch of stuff you did not care to pay attention to. Actually, the only thing that caught your eye was a very good-looking guy, who kept gazing at you all night long. However, he did not dare to come around and talk to you.

“Look, stay just a little bit longer and then you’re free to go, all right?”

“Okay.” You nodded. “I’ll go outside, to catch some air. It won’t take long.”

“Fine, I guess I’ll see you later.”

You went up, searching for some sort of balcony. Although it was a clear night with a bright moon shining, the wind kept howling. These moments reminded you so much of your brothers, how they would tuck you in bed and sing you a lullaby, so you would sleep peacefully. Especially Damon. You and him were immensely close siblings.

“Well, what are you doing all by yourself here, love?”

“I guess this is not my kind of party, so I snuck out.” You answered the stranger, without looking at him.

“I saw you with Mary. Are you friends with her?”

“Yeah, she has been my friend for a few years now.” You replied, staring firmly at the moon. “How do you know her?”

“She’s sort of a family friend.”

“Elijah is a relative of yours?”

“My brother.”

You glanced over your shoulder, curious of what that man would look like. For your surprise, you recognised the devilish smirk and the filled with mischief eyes. He walked towards you slowly, which lead you to assume he was huge teaser. His warm touch got your shoulders and you could not help but shudder under it.

“I believe I haven’t gotten your name.”

“Kol Mikaelson, at your service.” He kissed your hand, as a way to display courtesy. “Mind to tell me yours?”

“Y/N Salvatore.”

“Now, what do you say we ditch this party and go out to have some fun?”

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I Though I Was Coming With a Flu [edited]

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Fem!Reader, Sam, Dr. Blaze (OC)

word count: 2k

Warnings: Bit of angst, fluff, lots of it, unexpected pregnancy!!!

A/N: This is and old story among the firsts pices of SPN fanfiction I ever wrote and posted on Tumblr. Since my brain haven’t been helpful with me and the new stories I have in mind I decided to edit this one. I was about to change the ending a bit, but fuck it. I like it, even if it is dull… Oh, and I’m tagging people.

Anyways this is prompt: ‘The reader was told she was infertile by her doctor a long time ago. She finds out he was wrong when she realizes she’s pregnant… with Dean’s baby.    From “60+ Dean x Pregnant!reader Prompts” that I don’t remember who it was from because I deleted the original post, so sorry!! 


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Originally posted by out-in-the-open


I Thought I Was Coming With a Flu

The cold water felt wonderful against your hot, flushed face, soothing the feverish sensation. You delicately patted the droplets off of your sensitive skin with a soft fluffy towel. Observing in detail your reflection in the mirror, you didn’t recognize the person looking back at you anymore.

Dark circles around your eyes,cheeks shrunk to half it’s normal size- displaying the cheekbones through thin, pale skin - It’s been, what two, three weeks since you started to feel sick… you didn’t keep count anymore. Your neck looked longer and thinner, not to mention that you’d lost at least 20 lb and all of your jeans were baggy now, even your sweats started to slide down your hip.

You carded your fingers through your dirty hair, moving  it to the side and contemplated your languid face once more before rinsing your mouth with the last of mouthwash; what was the point on brushing your teeth if you were going to throw up again in like 20 minutes?

You made your way down the hall to the kitchen, stopping once or twice to catch your breath; you couldn’t be off bed for more than a few minutes without feeling like you were going to faint. You finally reached your destination and laid against the doorframe, to regain your composure and were immediately greeted by the worried looks of the Winchester brothers.

“Morning to you too,” you said in a sarcastic tone.

“Hi,” they said in the unison.

“Umm… Hun, you know it’s 5 in the afternoon, right?” Dean was getting up so you could seat on his place, even though there were a lot of empty chairs.

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Discipline

sooooo I know my last one didn’t have a plot, but this one does! I hope it makes sense and I hope you guys like this lil series I’m trying to create :-) it’s very angsty and theres some fluff I hope and also lots of husband!Harry and dad!Harry obviously :))) there’s a part 2 to this and it will be posted tomorrow (thursday night) so stay tuned my bumblebees

“You’re late.” Harry stated as his son walked through the front door and made his way towards his room. Harry’s arms were crossed in front of his chest, an old dark blue full sleeve shirt covering his upper body paired with his black sweat pants.

“Keeping track now?” Jasper shot back.

“Sorry?” Harry asked, giving Jasper a chance to reword what he had said.

“Nothing, I’m surprised you care at all.”

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means.”

“I don’t. Humour me.”

“What’s going on?” You asked, poking your head through the entrance of the kitchen.

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pandinhamoreira-desu  asked:

Zoe we saw that the Choi's butts are alike, the question I can't get off my head is... Do they have the same size/shape dicks???

I dig up some research and it cracked me up I kinda find it so funny I forget that I was mad at my stupidity ha ha ha. Ok for your question, the answer is not necessary, even identical twins can be somewhat different in size depend on their lifestyle and habit, although the difference should be quite insignificant. If they’re fraternal twins, then they will be very different.

Best answer I have ever came across with was this:
“I had sex with twin before on different occasion, they’re almost the same, just bending another way”
“Oh did their dicks mirror each other?”

“I bet 100$ that for brother-sister twin the dick size will be very different”
“True, my sister dick was much bigger than mine”

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A Queen’s English vs. American English standoff.  Inspired by the thought of “What would happen if a nation tried to do something that another nation does on a daily basis?”

Can I just point out how adorable England is?

(Ok, as funny as I find it how much people are freaking out about what the boot means, the trunk of the car is sometimes called the boot in certain parts of England)

(Seriously, half of the notes are “WHAT IS THE BOOT?” It’s so great :)

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Wooohh I finally finished it

I feel like my English turned against me in this one (ssshhh I’m tired ok) but yeah, this is the comic I thought about during P.E when we had to dance….. I hate dancing ;-;

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Look, I know I’m not funny, okay?

Anyways, my friend was telling me about how she went to this party and everyone tried to greet her, but she just got really serious and said “I’m motherfuckin’ starboy” before turning around and leaving immediately and I was like “wow that’s the most Derek Malik Nurse thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life” so I present to you:

Nursey literally does this for two weeks straight after the song comes out because he thinks he’s funny or something and everyone is so fed up w him but lowkey, Dex thinks it’s dumb and funny and cute and will like snicker every time Nursey does it so uhhhh he continues doing it just to make Dex laugh. Okay now fastforward a few months, they’re dating, Dex does not find it funny anymore.  

anonymous asked:

have you got anymore whizzer/marvin headcanons?

definitely! feel free to request headcanons from me btw, guys. i love to talk about my headcanons too much…

  • whizzer is the kind of person who will go “oh my god!! look at the moon! it’s so BRIGHT”. he’ll be pointing and grinning and marvin will just plant a kiss right on his cheek.
  • however, marvin is the one who’s like “whiz, whiz, holy shit, whiz. there’s a dog over there.” “there’s A CAT, we have to go pet it” as he frantically taps whizzer’s arm. whizzer obviously agrees.
  • one day whizzer decided to go “MWAH” every time he kissed marvin and marvin was on The Brink but he wouldn’t just tell whizzer to stop kissing him://
  • whizzer: MM MWAH
    marvin: whizzer… please
    whizzer: what? you don’t want me kissing you? wow, fine.
    marvin, whining: whizzerrrr
  • both of them are the whiniest ever. sometimes their arguing is just both of them whining until one of them gets their way. “but maaarv” “but whizzerrrr”. 
  • charlotte & cordelia were present for it once and they just left the room.
  • they can both be childish. while whizzer may kick things or stomp. marvin is more passive aggressive. whizzer is all too familiar with the silent treatment.
  • when whizzer is apologising he’ll try to revert back to normal conversation and in the midst of casual conversation he’ll say sorry.
  • when marvin is apologising he’ll walk into whichever room whizzer is (with purpose) and is like “ok listen” then he’ll explain himself and say he’s sorry.
  • they tried to do that thing where you walk with your hand in your partner’s back pocket but it was so awkward because whizzer is lanky and marvin can’t ever keep his hands still.
  • marvin: hey whiz… have you got any secrets you’ve never told anyone
    whizzer: i might be gay
    marvin: holy shit, i’ve been having sex with a gay guy??
    whizzer: yeah, please don’t tell my mom
  • they are constantly bursting into giggles about stupid things (like the above conversation) and they have idiotic inside jokes that they just can’t explain because no one gets it and “you had to be there”.
  • whizzer is painting his nails and doesn’t want to try using his non-dominant hand so he asks marvin if he could do it. never again. “there’s more nail polish on my hands than my nails, marvin…” “hey, i triED”
  • when marvin’s laughing really hard he’ll wave his hands and cover his face. he’ll be laughing soundlessly, letting out random gasps and squeaks and he literally tears up. whizzer has to move to avoid being hit. 
  • he won’t even be reacting to a good joke. it’ll be a shitty joke whizzer thought of. however, whizzer’s definitely beaming at the sight of his boyfriend Losing It. “it wasn’t that funny, maRV” as he’s struggling to keep his composure and marvin is in tears.
  • marvin is very gracious with his use of pet names. they’ll range from “sweetie” and “baby” to “pumpkin” and “honey bun”. whizzer finds some of them ridiculous but he secretly thrives off them.
  • the only other person who’s ever called marvin “marv” is trina so “marv” is quite intimate for them. whizzer will occasionally use “babe” though. especially if there’s something he wants lmao.
  • it took them so long to figure out the perfect position when cuddling because somehow one of them would always end up with a mouthful of hair or an elbow in the ribs.
  • marvin usually lays on his back as whizzer hangs off his neck or waist with his face in marvin’s neck as marvin strokes his hair or arm. sometimes they’ll spoon but whizzer is against having someone breathing down his neck.
  • whizzer will write cute messages for marvin in the bathroom mirror when it steams up. marvin started leaving post it notes around the house for whizzer to find.
  • when they make meals together it’s filled with quiet singing/humming and marvin is constantly hugging whizzer from behind. it’s honestly a wonder how any cooking gets done.
  • marvin has obnoxiously cold feet and every time he touches whizzer with them he jumps and hits marvin while complaining.
  • whizzer: i worry that i’m dating a corpse
    marvin: you can’t be too cautious. you could be having sex with a zombie.
    whizzer: *snorts* hot
  • marvin gets quite easily anxious and this leads to huge bouts of nausea depending on how anxious he’s feeling. marvin often feels guilty about how he left and treated his family or just general anxiety about the future. whizzer comforts however he can but knows when to leave marvin alone too. he’ll try to make him laugh or just hold him if he needs it.
  • these two are the Absolute Worst to take out anywhere because the moment one of them finds anything the slightest bit funny, it’ll set off the other. they’re the couple laughing in a cinema during a sad movie because one of them had a funny thought.
  • they definitely make that “you hang up” “no, you hang up” a competitive thing and they literally had to almost ban themselves from phone calls.

hope those were ok!

ok guys i just thought of something

you know what’s the funny thing about looking for life in space

ppl say that when we look at the stars, we are seeing the past. how come? well if the star is 100,000 light years away from us, her light will only arrive on Earth 100,000 years after it was created.

that means we are looking at something that happened 100k years ago

but think about planets. that is true for them too. if you find a planet 20,000 light years from us, and you look for life there, you are looking at how this planet was 20k years ago.

“if someone 65 billion years distant pointed a telescope at Earth, they would see dinosaurs”

another planets could have life now this moment.
we just don’t know.
because all we see is what it was, not how it is.

Ok, I just find it extremely funny

Because after years of thinking that CS is the perfect couple, that being each other’s open book makes them the role model of any relationship, we finally detected a HUGE disadvantage of them knowing each other so well 

 The poor thing can’t even propose to her without her figuring out something is up. They could literally never surprise one another, goodbye surprise birthday parties, goodbye “guess what, I’m pregnant”. Try to propose to a woman who can detect your every micro expression. Poor thing!

wizardingviolet  asked:

Don't you find it highkey depressing that we have to congratulate countries for not electing Muggle Voldemorts as presidents? I mean as a French person Im relieved we escaped the worst but not thrilled in any way and certainly not proud of how roughly 1/3 people were ok with Umbridge. [this is not a hate ask at all, it's just that this overjoyed reaction I see all over the Internet has me raising an eyebrow]. Anyway I LOVE your comics, they're so funny and witty, keep doing you fellow snaek ;)

I agree - I had a moment of relief/euphoria when I saw the result, and drew my Vive La France doodle while quite tipsy and singing La Marseillaise. I guess living in the Anglo/American news world for the past year has made me paranoid.

Anyway I was swiftly Put In My Place by various gloomy French people, and tbh I agree - I’m not pro-Macron either, and a 1/3 fascist France is…not good. I still like the doodle of Emily with her nips out but if I could edit the pic I would change the caption from ‘Vive La France’ to ‘Ouffff’