i laughed you should too

rinse the blood off my space toga

“Can I see? Wait, there’s no shafts? it just.. grows in two colours?”
“Er. Not exactly.”
“The other humans’ plumage isn’t near this bright. Are you a born leader?”
“HAH. no.”
“It signifies caste, then? Or a mating display?!”
“Not even close. I went out and paid an artisan to apply a harsh chemical to rip out my natural colouration, then apply this artificial one.”
“That sounds.. unpleasant.”
“Yeah it burned like a <<dog?>>, my scalp was tender for days after.”
“If it doesn’t create any advantages, what’s the point?”
“Ah, it just looks <<rutting>> <<cold>>. What other reason do we need?”
“..humans are weird. .. .. .. do you think it would work on feathers?”

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Jun saw it coming, but it’s gonna bite back someday, Wonwoo. Took an entire year for him to take revenge on Dino though.

Jumin: Did you try the back camera

based off a vine from eons ago// (a sequel to V’s selfie post, click!)

Me: *Procastinating*

Me: Stares at Keith and Lance elevator pic

Me: @bibocas-valkiria put the cinderella shoe on Keith rn

Bib:

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Twelve

Summary: You fly out for Asylum and meet up with the rest of the cast, only to find out that you have to do your first ever solo panel in front of two thousand fans
Words: 4.4k (+ tweets)
Jared x Reader x Gen, Misha, Kim, Briana, Danneel, Jensen, JJ
Warnings: smut-ish phone calls, mild angst, fluff
Beta: @blacksiren

IKYW Masterpost

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

Your name: submit What is this?

In-flight wifi was a God sent gift on the flight to London.

Despite appearing calm and feeling tired, you couldn’t get to sleep for the first few hours due to anxious energy.

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Ten Years (Part 13 - End!)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,380 ( I mean…)

Warnings: language, fluff, excessive sweetness

A/N: I hope you guys love the fluff. Thanks for sticking with me, and for reading, and for all your sweet messages. <3

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

Originally posted by e2barryallen

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Painful Beauty (Mark x FemReader) FLUFF

Originally posted by nacija

(( gif not mine - ah I love Ethan omg ))

(A/n): lmao so I just decided that this was pretty cute. I was reading through the prompt’s that I reblogged and I got inspired by number 23. I hate you

Summary: Mark, Ethan and Tyler do a video with you where they do your makeup with things they find in the kitchen.

Warnings: If I said there wasn’t any swearing and fluff, I’d be lying.

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“Hello everybody! My name is Markiplier, and this is the kitchen face challenge!”

The introduction was cheery as per-usual. From the camera’s view, Ethan and Tyler stood on the right of (Y/n); with Mark speaking on the left.

The four were stationed in Mark’s studio, right in front of a large flat screen T.V that showcased a tranquil forest setting.

“Yayy….” (Y/n) uttered manageably, her enthusiasm forced and dry.

Ethen shared (Y/n)’s look of discomfort from beside her, shifting uncomfortably on his heels and giving the camera a cringy smile.

Ouchh,” Mark laughed along with Tyler before Tyler began to explain.

“So basically,” he took a glance at both you and Ethan “Mark is going to do (Y/n)’s full face and I’m going to do Ethan’s and at the end, who’s ever looks the best?” he drawed out and looked to Mark “Wins??”

“Exactly it Tyler.” Mark confirmed. “SO LET’S DO THIS. CAN WE GET 506,000,000 LIKES FOR HOT SAUCE EYESHADOW?!”

The camera zoomed in on Tyler’s face in silence.

They all laughed and broke apart.

“I’ll go get the tarps, yeah?” Tyler asked

“Yes, thanks Ty. (Y/n), you and Ethen go get your chairs that you will be sitting on,” asked Mark “and I will go get the tools~!” he finished in a manic, silly voice.

“Mark,” (Y/n) sighed and she turned to walk with Ethan “I hope you make me look fucking beautiful!”

❆  ❆  ❆

“Okay so I know you are my boyfriend and I should trust you,” (Y/n) began, leaning back in her chair “but I don’t.” she finished.

“NooOOooOoooOoooo…!” Mark whined “I trust me, so you should too.”

Tyler laughed and grabbed his phone.

“Alright, we each have exactly three minutes.” he said

“Ohh god.” groaned Ethen “(Y/n), let’s survive together, okay?” he held out a hand to said girl.

“Alright. You are my anchor.” she replied, dramatically grabbing his hand.

“CRANK(Y/N) CONFIRMED!” Mark and Tyler both shouted at the same time, causing you all to laugh once again.

“I guess I shouldn’t be saying that, because we are dating,” Mark chuckled “so, Ethen! Stay away from my woman, ya’ little blue bastard!”

Everyone laughed more.

“Okay, one… twothreego!” Tyler said quickly, hastily shoving his phone to the side.

“Oh, oh, okay!” Mark sputtered and looked at all the kitchen condiments below him, on the tarp.

“Way ahead of you.” Tyler stated, shoving some flour onto Ethen’s cheeks. “Beauty!” he said in some accent.

“LORDY, I cAN’T SEE!” Ethen wailed, beginning to paw at his eyes.

“DETAILS, DETAILS!” Tyler laughed loudly.

(Y/n) turned slowly to Mark and mouthed ‘please no’, the camera zoomed in on her face.

“Classic red lips is what I’m up for!” Mark said back, a goof smile on his face.

He took some Red Hot and dabbed a bit on his finger tip, being gentle when spreading it upon the girl’s lips. Tipping some also on her cheeks for extra measure.

“It burns.” she hissed, squinting her eyes.

“Beauty is pain, beauty is pain…” Mark repeated, continuing to scour the tarp. The brunette suddenly turned and winked in the direction of the lens. “That’s why it pains me to look at (Y/n) sometimes, because she is so damn pretty.”

“Awe~” she drawled. The Red Hot covered her actual blush.

“Well it pains me to look at you too Mark,” Ethan snickered “because you are so damn ugly.” and then he groaned again “That and this fucking flour makes it hurt when I open my eyes…”

Everyone laughed along with him.

“How much time we got?” Mark questioned.

“Thirty seconds.” Tyler replied. He was finishing up added a coco-powder beard to Ethen.

“Ah, balls!” Mark cried and at last minute snatched the vegemite. “Can someone say eyeshadow? Because I sure can.” he chuckled.

“I fucking can’t.” (Y/n) laughed as Mark applied the heavy spread to her eye lids.

“Time!” Tyler called.

Mark and (Y/n) both couldn’t stop laughing.

“I hate you.” (Y/n) sighed and didn’t even bother to open her eyes.

“Ya’ love me.” Mark said back, laughed his funny laugh, and leaned down to the girl’s face to give her a kiss.

(Y/n) could feel Mark in front of her and knew what he was looking for, so she gave it to him.

A sweet, Red Hot kiss.

“Oh my god, I hate you!” Mark cries dramatically, laughing quaintly “It. BURNS.”

“Beauty is pain.” the rest of them said in unison, bellowing with laughter.

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(A/n): Ah this one is cute though. I really do like this one, even though it’s pretty short?? Oh well. It’s great.

Glaio

Inspired by a comment that @ghostocelot made on one of my asks.


The first time you called him “Glaio,” he didn’t really think too much on it. You missed a sound – it happens. Sometimes people speak too fast and they leave out sounds. It happens. The others didn’t say anything, either – well, Ignis had given you a strange look, but remained silent beyond that.

The second time you called him “Glaio,” he gave you a questioning look. You were unfazed by it, continuing the rest of your sentence without falter. He let it slide, but kept it in the back of his mind so he could ask you about it later.

The third time you called him “Glaio,” he did ask you about it. You dodged the question and steamrolled over his attempts to circle back around to the subject. After several more fruitless tries, he gave up with a sigh. 

The fourth time you called him “Glaio,” he’d had enough.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” he asked you, his hand around your bicep and his eyes boring into yours, preventing you from escaping the subject.

Still, you tried. “Calling you what?” you replied, tilting your head to the side and fixing him with an innocent look.

Glaio,” he said, exasperated, “You’ve been calling me that all day. It’s starting to bug me.”

Ohhh.” You hummed, smiling at him. “You haven’t given me the D yet, so it only seemed fair.”

“I haven’t–oh.” Realization dawned on him in that moment. He stared down at you, watching your expression go from innocent to mischievous and a smirk pull at your lips. He laughed, wrapping his other arm around your waist and pulling you close. He leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours. “Well… I can fix that.”

You grinned at him. “I was hoping you’d say that, Glaio.”

“I liked the building, not you.” PT.4

A/N: i hope yall find this is cute af 

Paring: Shawn X Fan

Word Count: 5,003


My phone was ringing from my kitchen. Quickly I pulled up my shorts and was running for it in a struggle. Shawn’s name was plastered across the screen when I reached it and I smiled as I quickly pick it up.

“Hey!” I smiled as I place the phone on my shoulders as I did up the button on my shorts.

“Hi!” He said back through the phone and I could tell just by his voice he seemed happy.

We exchanged the quick, ‘how are you’s’ and ‘goods’ before he paused a moment.

“So… what are you doing today?” he asked, and I could hear his mischievous grin in my brain from his tone.

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This is what people call a masterpiece

Will you move in with me?

The story of how Isak and Even decided that they should move in together Enjoy <3

Note: This was supposed to be a drabble but it became so much longer than I intended because…..I just couldn’t stop bloody writing. I really hope you guys enjoy this and it makes you smile.

Even looked down at the golden haired angel sleeping peacefully in his arms. Isak’s head was pressed against Even’s heart and he could feel his warm breath tickling his neck. Even sighed and caressed Isak’s soft pink cheek. They were both wrapped in a blanket with Isak’s laptop sitting neglected on the corner of the bed. They were in the middle of watching a Nicholas Cage film Isak insisted was “absolutely iconic. The master of film Even I mean it!” before he fell asleep after the first 15 minutes of the movie.

He chuckled lightly, knowing Isak could feel his heart beating against his cheek in his dreams. The thought made Even’s body tingle with warmth from the tips of his toes. As he gazed down at the most beautiful boy he had ever laid eyes on, Even knew that every single thing he was holding in his arms right now was everything that mattered the most to him. Isak was, is, always will be for eternity, everything to Even. His arms wrapped tighter around his sleeping beauty, the world disappearing around him when it dawned on him just how much Isak meant, how much he will always mean.

He continued to stare down at the man of his dreams as Isak made a little sleepy whimper. Even grinned and could not resist it any more. Slowly and gently he leant down and pressed a small tender kiss in between Isak’s eyebrows.

Just like magic Isak moaned himself awake, his arms reaching up to wrap themselves around Even’s neck before he even opened his eyes.

“Even” he sighed as he opened his eyes and saw the beautiful boy’s face hovering above him, only inches from his.

“mmm yes beautiful?” he replied, kissing the tip of Isak’s nose, making him giggle.

Suddenly his eyes grew wide as he struggled to sit up in Even’s long arms that refused to let him go.

“oh shit did I fall asleep during the movie?”

Even smiled “yes and I was thankful because it was so much more entertaining”

Isak rolled his eyes. “Ah shut up film snob” he said, finally managing to sit up comfortably, pressed against Even’s chest, arms still wrapped tightly around his small body.

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How Drunk Was I?

Originally posted by sansasandorshipper

Michael Gray x Reader

Request: Hi I saw you wanted prompts, would you be able to do the “How drunk was I?” Prompt For Michael please?

*Peaky Blinders Requests Are Open*


Y/N’s face contorted as she gained consciousness. Her eyes felt like they were glued shut and her head felt like a stick of dynamite had gone off in it. She rolled over, with great difficulty mind you, an groaned.

“Good morning to you, too,” Y/N’s eyes snapped open and stared at the man in her bed. She felt around. Nope, not her bed. Michael was smoking a cigarette. The sheets were pooled at his hips, leaving his chest bare. Red smudges and lip stains were present along his face, neck and chest.

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