i really like that top one i kinda wanted to post it by itself but oh well

maniacaltoaster  asked:

Do you think it's kinda weird that even though the characters in Villainous don't TECHNICALLY have good designs, while that kind of thing destroys other cartoons, in this one, it seems to work in its favor? Like, they look ridiculous, over the top, and crazy, but that feels like exactly what they're supposed to look like.

oh sweetheart let me tell you a little secret

the people who genuinely think the Villainous character designs are bad don’t know a damn thing about designing characters for animation

STRAP IN FOLKS IT’S TIME FOR ANOTHER RANT LESSON ABOUT ANIMATION CHARACTER DESIGN WITH NOVA (brought to you by SCAD: “I pay $35,000 a year to learn how to make cartoons so trust me I know what I’m talking about”)

The first thing any character design class (including the one I took) will teach you is “have a strong silhouette”

You can probably recognize almost if not every single one of these characters just from their outlines! So let’s take a look at the silhouettes of the Villainous cast…

HOLY SMOKES THEY ARE HELLA DISTINCTIVE!!! And here we even see what is probably the design reason for Dr. Flug’s paper bag and Demencia’s huge fluffy ponytail - they add to the strength of their silhouettes immensely.

Now let’s examine both the shape language of the characters AND how they’re likely divided in terms of their digital puppet rigs (as Villainous appears to use both the hand drawn and rigging techniques), because the former is the second thing any character design class will teach you and the latter is incredibly important to the modern digital 2D animation process. (Apologies if my rig estimates are off, I haven’t had as much experience with 2D rigging as I have with hand drawn.)

Black Hat has the most variety out of the cast, but broken up he’s really just a combination of rectangles, triangles and one or two circles. His hat is also kind of a shape in and of itself, one that comes very naturally when drawing his head. Like a lot of villain characters his sharpness is highly emphasized.

Dr. Flug is ALL about squares and skinny rectangles, with his only rounded shapes being his eyes and shoes. Normally when you see boxy characters they’re on the very masculine or muscular side, meant to seem strong or imposing, but Flug is a wimpy, scrawny twig. That’s really unorthodox and something I like a lot about his look.

What’s super interesting about Demencia is that next to 5.0.5, she has the most circles and rounded shapes. Sharpness is added in her details which makes her design look a lot more complex than it really is. What’s great about digital animation and 2D rigging is it makes characters who have a lot of specific details like her much simpler to animate, so she really isn’t impractical at all provided you’re animating her using a computer.

And finally we have Beariplier Markibear 5.0.5, who I’m sure surprises no one by being a big old round baby full of circles. His nose and snout are of course triangles though. I like how he’s the most intentionally simple out of the cast, even going so far as to have a different eye style that almost makes him look like something out of an ultra-cutesy anime. He doesn’t fit in with and stands out a lot from the others, which is entirely the point.

To sum up, the Villainous characters are both simple enough to animate on a budget/deadline and interesting looking enough to want to watch, the perfect combination for modern 2D digital TV animation. These designs were MADE for a 2017 Cartoon Network show in every sense, with just enough early 2000s influence to feel fresh and new as well as classic and nostalgic. I want these guys to represent and become iconic of CN the same way Finn, Jake, Mordecai and Rigby have.

Fun fair with the Family - Batmom x Batfam (REPOST please READ the explanation right under the summary :-( )

Summary : Batmom decides to take her family to the fun fair…She quickly realizes it might not be her best idea ever.

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

Repost because, and this time I really don’t know how, the original post got erased…BUT I had it backed up for once. So here. FUCK. Hum. Sorry. But it had almost 100 notes, and comment people left I didn’t even had time to read because the story simply disappeared…I’m a bit bummed out right now…Is it too much to ask if you could like, reblog and comment again ? I kinda feel bad, it’s not my style to ask those things…I’m so sorry for that, but it’s a bit discouraging, to write something, and to see that apparently it was liked, but to not know who liked it, what were the comments etc etc, especially since this time, I didn’t do anything, the story simply disappeared…Anyway, hope you’ll enjoy, and re-enjoy if you already read it :’-(

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Not even an hour in, and you know you made a huge mistake bringing them here. All at the same time. They were going to be the death of you, so much energy…But it was just so rare that you all had some free times at once…You just wanted to spend some time with them.

It all started so well though.

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You woke up in the best way possible : with your Bruce’s lips trailing kisses on your neck, shoulders and back, his arms wrapped around you. You shifted around, and before you could say anything, he kissed your temple, the corner of your mouth, slowly putting butterfly kisses on your face, to finally kiss you on the lips.

You melted in the kiss, and squeezed his large frame against you, your arms struggling to wrap around him. Damn that man was big. When he pulls away, you can’t help but grin at him, and he gives you the smile he only reserved to you. A real, pure smile. You nuzzle his neck, and he let out a contended sigh.

-You’re alright ?

-More than alright my love, as always when you’re here.

-My sweet Broosh. You know what I mean.

-I am alright. Not even a single bruise or scratch. The boys are too. Calm night.

-I like those.

-I like you.

-I love you.

-Oh yeah, that too. I love you (Y/N).

-Well, here’s for our morning’s cheesy ritual…We probably should get up.

-I have the entire day off.

-Oh ? Well then, what’s the hurry right ?

He smiles once more at you, and you crash your lips on his, climbing on him to straddle him. One of his hand tangles itself in your (H/L) (H/C) hair, the other goes to your waist and his grip is almost bruising. He cannot stop himself, you always had a strong and immediate effect on him…He rolls on top of you, and you wrap your arms around his neck, your legs around his waist.

-What’s the hurry indeed.

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Elliot And Eeyore

A/N ignore the dates, yeah.

Spencer x Reader

You hated this time of year. Valentines day and the run up to it. It just reminded you that you were hopelessly single. You’d spent Valentines day alone for the last five years and whilst you weren’t exactly pining after having a boyfriend, this time of year only served to remind you that you didn’t have anyone. Well, what you meant was that you didn’t have anyone to cuddle up to and spoon at night. You didn’t have anyone to cook romantic meals for and vice versa. You didn’t have anyone who’s oversized sweaters you could steal and curl up in, and you didn’t have anyone to kiss and hug amongst other things.

The book shop that you’d inherited from your grandparents and had worked in since you were eighteen had been decorated with pink balloons, faux rose petals scattered over displays. Men were coming in on an almost hourly basis, looking sheepish as they picked up the latest ‘sexy’ book or erotic thriller that were all the rage these days for woman. Or at least men thought so. You personally would much rather someone present you with a classic or a good autobiography rather than one of those types of books. Not that there was anything fundamentally wrong with them, you’d read your fair share and they definitely had certain perks, you were just sure that their partners would appreciate something a little bit more romantic as a Valentines Day gift.

The chime above door the sounded and you looked up from the book you were reading, nestled behind the counter. It was quiet in the store right now and your assistant and friend Jess was taking her lunch break in the back. A familiar face met yours, the face of a man who’d been frequenting the shop for the last five months or so, someone you actually looked forward to seeing although you never did know when you’d see him again.

The mans name was Spencer, you’d found that out a few weeks after he’d starting coming in and had asked you if you could track down a certain book for him. You could and you had, and the two of you had started casually chatting, continuing the conversations each time he came in. He worked for FBI he’d told you during on of the chats, which explained why sometimes he’d be in almost daily on his way home from work but then you could go three weeks in a row with seeing him at all. He was nice, funny and sweet, with a love of literature which mirrored yours. And the pace at which he seemed to devour books was fascinating.

Spencer gave you a shy smile when he entered and mooched around the store for a while, just browsing. He was the only customer in there currently. After around ten minutes or so, he came up to the cash desk with two books in his hands. You rang them up and handed them to him, watching him place them directly into his messenger bag like he always did, before pushing his hair back behind his ear.

“I’ve not seen you for a few weeks, big case at work?” you knew he couldn’t talk to you directly about what he dealt with but you knew he was somewhat important. He was Googleable, and you didn’t know many people personally who were.

“Yup. We just got back this morning. I’m on my way home to relax for a well earned break.”

He did look tired now he was up close, shadows under his eyes and a light scruff covering his jawline. A jawline that could very easily cut glass. He bit his lower lip, looking uncomfortable and like he wanted to ask something.

“So erm….You’re open on Sunday? That’s Valentines Day right?”

“Yep. It’s not like I have any other plans, and there’s always guys needing to buy last minute gifts.” You were only opening 12pm until 3pm anyway, you deserved an early finish.

“Is Elliot not taking you out?” he asked quietly, his eyes flickering away and then back to you.

“Elliot? My cat?” now you were confused.

“Elliot’s your cat? Oh! The way you talk sometimes…. He’s just your cat. So you don’t have a boyfriend?” Spencer still sounded cautious but there was something else in his voice that you couldn’t pin point.

“Nope. Young, free and single.”

A smile that could have melted chocolate it was so warm and bright crossed Spencer’s face then and he laughed. He chatted for a few more minutes before making his excuses and leaving.

..

On Thursday the store had been open for an hour when a flower delivery girl walked in with hugest bunch of roses and violets that you’d ever seen.

“Are you Y/F/N?” she came straight up to the desk and you nodded, accepting the bouquet. The girl grinned as you signed for the flowers.

“Someone’s a lucky lady” she folded the sheet and tucked it in her bag, leaving you surprised.

“Who the hell are they from?” Jess bounded over, her eyes wide in excitement.

“I haven’t got a clue,“ you scanned the bouquet, spotting a card tucked away.

“Roses are red
Violets are blue
I come in here so often
Just to see you”

“Oh my God you have a secret admirer! This is awesome, who do you think it is?”

You weren’t sure. There was someone you hoped it would be but you didn’t dare let yourself think it could be them. You didn’t want to be horribly disappointed.

The next day at around the same time another delivery girl walked in, this time from the bakery up the road. You knew her, you frequented it often and she grinned as she handed you a cake box.

“Please tell me who it is” you begged her and she laughed.

“Hell no. That’s what Valentines is all about isn’t it. Secret admirers and all that. All I will say is that, Damn girl. He’s pretty hot.”

She left and you opened the box, Jess stood besides you. There were six cupcakes in the box each decorated with tiny frosted books on top of them. They were so adorable that you didn’t want to eat them, smacking Jess’s hand away when she reached for one.

You couldn’t help but smile, a warm and fuzzy feeling building inside you.

On Saturday, you opened the front door to the shop in the morning to find a wrapped box with your name on a card. It hadn’t been there ten minutes ago when you’d knelt by the letter box to collect the morning post, which made you think that he was nearby and watching.

You took the box back to the cash desk and opened it, revealing a ceramic money box in the shape of Eeyore from the Winnie The Pooh books. Another typed card was placed in the box.

“You said once during a conversation that you loved these books as a child and that you wanted to save so you could visit England and go to Ashdown Forest, the real life setting. Now you can start your own hundred acre woods fund.”

Had you said that? It was true, they were your favourite childhood books and it was one of your goals to visit and travel all over England, and visiting that forest was on your list of places to go whilst you were there. You couldn’t recall having this conversation with anyone though, at least not recently. It was generally only children you talked to about Pooh Bear and his friends.

Curious, very very curious.

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Valentines day itself came and you opened the store as planned, doing a decent trade up until 2pm and then the customers fizzling out. You were on edge all day, having taken extra care with your appearance in the morning, sure that your secret admirer would make an appearance today.

As it was a Sunday and you were only opening for three hours Jess wasn’t in, and at ten to three you started straightening up the store, feeling slightly disappointed that whoever it was, hadn’t made an appearance. At three you locked the door and flipped the sign to closed, turning to head back to the desk and jumping when a sharp rapping came from the glass behind you.

You spun around slowly to see a very nervous looking Spencer standing the other side of the locked door, a picnic basket in his hand and a picnic blanket thrown over one arm.

Yes yes Yes!

Your lips twitched into a smile as you unlocked the door again and held it open for him.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” his voice faltered slightly as he stepped inside.

“You’re aware that I’m closed, right?” you were nearly certain that he wasn’t here to buy a book but you also didn’t want to blurt anything out and make a fool out of yourself.

“I know. I’ve been waiting for you to close.”

“Any particular reason, Spencer?”

His cheeks flushed in the most adorably endearing way and shuffled his feet.

“Erm…. I thought…. Maybe…. We could have an indoor picnic. Or an outdoor one, but it’s pretty cold outside.”

“Please tell me the flowers were you. And the cupcakes. And the beautiful money box? Please don’t let them be somebody else.”

“It was me. Did you… Did you like them?” he took a step closer to you and you mirrored him.

“I’ve never had anyone send me Valentines gifts before, even when I was in a relationship. It’s honestly the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me, and I hoped and prayed it was you but I didn’t want to let myself believe it until I knew. I didn’t want to be disappointed.”

He smiled at you and you beamed back.

“I… I would have tried to ask you out sooner but I thought… Well, I thought you had a boyfriend called Elliot. And when you didn’t, and it was four days from Valentines Day, I figured I’d try to use it to my advantage and to try and win you over.”

“Well it worked. Consider me well and truly won over, although I kinda was before. I always looked forward to your visits Spencer, they brighten up my week. One thing though… Did we ever really speak about Winnie The Pooh? That threw me.”

“I overhead you talking to a small child one day and it stuck in my mind like almost everything I’ve heard you say does.”

“Well it was so sweet and adorable and…. I could literally ramble right now about how warm and fuzzy I’m feeling but I’m kinda making an idiot of myself already so…. An indoor picnic you say? In here?”

Spencer nodded and shook the blanket out. “We both love books so it seemed fitting. There is kinda one thing I have to ask though, just because of what today is.”

“Go on then.”

“Y/N.. Will you…. Will you be my Valentine?”

“There’s nothing more I want to be right now, Spencer.”

Things Fall Apart (The Center Cannot Hold) 1/1

Rating: M

Summary: Learning each other’s strengths is easy. Learning each other’s weaknesses? Infinitely hard. Also, title credit to Yeats 

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

To be fair, most things that ended with Killian and sex tended to be good ideas.

(And led to orgasming until her fucking eyeballs popped.)

They weren’t shy with each other. While Emma may have the emotional maturity of a maple tree, she had never been afraid of her body. After her first fumblings in the back of the bug with Neal, she had gone through the works.

There had been the bartender in Miami with the huge dick and big dissapointment when it turned out he had no idea what to do with it other than insert tab a into tab b.

The mechanic somewhere bumfuck between Portland and Boston who went hard and fast against the wall until she had hissed a warning against leaving marks.

A beautiful brunette with endless curls, doe-eyes, and a mischievous red smile who ate her out until Emma went from suspecting to 100% sure she was a prostitute. She never asked.

There were blondes men and punk women and everything in between until Emma knew to simply flip them on their back, take what she needed, and make a clean getaway before the word ‘breakfast’ could be uttered.

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Whiskey

This was supposed to be done for Valentine’s (hint, the valentine’s day theme oops.) but ya know. I’m an awful human being so it’s just getting done now. “Shannon that was 2 months ago” I KNOWWWWWWWWW

Uh. Feelsy stuff. Post break up. Stuff. Because I have feelings. I know, I know, it’s really easy to tell. (I kinda cry about everything oops. Well not everything, like  I don’t cry when people expect it. Like one time, in class, back when I was. Fucking. 17 or some shit. We watched Julius Caesar in class, and spoiler alert, they kill Caesar and CAEsAR LIKE LOOKS AT BRUTUS AND HE’S LIKE “you too?” AND HIS FACE, HE LOOKS SO BROKEN HEARTED AND I  S O B B ED okay, I was the only one, sitting in a corner, crying my eyes out over Caesar. He deserved better friends.)

Anyways, that was weird, moving on. Uh. This is gonna be a Baron thing because I? Don’t ever write break up fics about him so. This will be different. We’re expanding our horizons babies. Not really. Just kinda. Like a smidge. Am I happy with this? Not really, there were a lot of other things I wanted to add but. I finally finished it omg. And now I can actually WOrK ON OTHER STUFF. 

“But Shannon, the get back together scene is so short,” YEAH SO WAS MY PATIENCE WITH WRITING thAT DAMN THING ask Steph, it killed me, so here is my explanation for it; it was literally just stubbornness and not talking to each other that was preventing them from getting to a point. It was a stupid fight and it was one that would have been immediately forgiven if they just shared so.

Tagging: @fuckyeahbulletclub @alexablss @hardcorewwetrash @omgmissmillie @asylumxclub and uh. Yeah. Lemme know if ya wanna be tagged in my stuff. So I can start. A tag list thing. Bc I suck at keeping track lmao. 


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Kpop1237: Hello! I saw you posted your first HC (loved it btw!!) and decided to request one. RFA + V and Saeran meeting MC at a coffee shop. Either they work there, MC works there, or just meeting there in general. How would they go about asking them out?

Aww! Thanks Kpop1237! We really appreciate it! And, thank you all for all your support recently, everyone! ~Admin Mazz

AWW SO CUTE! This is was so fun to write! Thanks so so much for the love! We both really appreciate it! ^///^ Really hope everyone enjoys these HC, including you Kpop1237! Hope it isn’t too long hehehe.. ~Admin Lily 

Jaehee

  • Jaehee doesn’t get many breaks poor angel
  • But, when she does, she loves to go to the café
  • Coffee runs in her veins anyways
  • Work was the last thing on her mind
  • All she wanted was to relax while drinking a nice warm cappuccino
  • As she pulled out her wallet, she walked up to the counter to see MC standing behind the register
  • She had such a big smile on her face, “Hello! How may I help you today?”
  • She seems really nice
  • While she’s making Jaehee’s cappuccino, she begins to easily make small talk
  • At one point, she brought up Zen’s latest movie
  • Fangirl mode activated
  • That was all Jaehee needed
  • She liked this MC and wouldn’t mind talking to her again
  • And again, and again, and again
  • They became pretty close, you know?
  • MC was just so supportive and sweet and always there for Jaehee! She really was… cute!
  • Jaehee began to feel the butterflies
  • MC was really cute aww! <3
  • Maybe, Jaehee should try and ask MC out?
  • Wait, no way! They both have too much work to do and why would she be interested.
  • But… maybe it’d be worth a try?
  • One day, as they sat together and started talking, like they normally did, it just slipped out
  • “MC… you know I… like you a lot, right? And-And I appreciate you being my friend.”
  • MC is literally thinking “booyah”
  • “Did you know that I happen to like you a lot too,” MC would reply with a smile
  • “So, would that mean you’d like to come with me, not on a day out, but… as a date?”
  • “I’m pretty sure I’d love to.” GUYS THE FEELS RN SO SWEET

Yoosung

  • Okay, this boy works so hard (at LOLOL of course)
  • Sometimes he’s gotta go out and get a latté because being the top guild is rough, okay?
  • But the coffee place isn’t that big
  • And its packed
  • Yoosung had just snagged a table
  • Oops, but someone else had sat down at the other side too
  • Guess who lol
  • MC and Yoosung just looked at each other in surprise
  • Should I stand up…?
  • But MC just started giggling
  • Hey… she’s kinda cute, isn’t she?
  • “Hi!” MC would hold out her hand, “I’m MC, and you’re trying to steal my table.”
  • Yoosung laughed nervously at her joke and shook her hand, “uh, sorry. I’m Yoosung Kim.”
  • She doesn’t make him move, though, she just starts a conversation
  • And oml is that hard for him
  • Cute girl + nerd equals train wreck
  • Very stuttery and has rosy cheeks
  • He tells he’s a college student and she immediately bombards him with questions
  • She seems so fascinated
  • But, he’s really not a good student atm
  • He switches the convo and starts asking about MC
  • And, he starts to like her even more
  • Their convo seems to go on forever
  • But, her coffee is gone
  • “Oh, so you’re leaving, huh?” Yoosung asks in disappointment
  • “Other people need tables, don’t they?” She would smile
  • “Um, hey. Is there any way I could talk to you again?”
  • “well, you could ask for my number,” she would hint flirtatiously, “or you could ask me if I’d like to come back for more coffee sometime.”
  • Yoosung blushed but he was smiling, “I’ll do both. How does that sound?”
  • Did Yoosung just get a girl’s number??
    Yoosung got a girl’s number!
    see even losers like have a chance
  • Then again he’s adorbs so

Zen

  • Okay, so Zen has been to many coffee shops, and let’s just say it usually ends up in a pretty bad situation.
  • It’s not that the café itself that’s bad, it’s just that…
  • Someone finds out who he is and his fans begin to swarm the café.
  • So, he rarely goes into them unless he’s in dire of need of coffee or something to eat.
  • Well, the day he meets MC is one of those days.
  • Zen had gotten off of work late, and was pretty much starving for some type of food.
  • Near the practice hall was a little café about a five minute walk from.
  • It was almost midnight, so he decided to take the chance and enter the café.
  • There only seemed to be one guy working the station at the moment,
  • which was a relief.
  • Just wait Zen it gets better
  • When he gave his order, the barista called out for someone in the back.
  • A really cute girl comes out in an apron.
  • The previous barista switches place with her to make his order done
  • Here comes the small talk.
  • She introduced herself as MC, and Zen thought she was the sweetest girl he’s seen.
  • It’s past midnight already  and she had more energy than a normal person should have around the time.
  • “Oh it’s because I had like three cups of coffee! Gotta stay awake for late night people like yourself!”
  • Throughout the whole chat, never did once MC bring up that he was an actor.
  • She treated him like a normal person
  • He took his drink and gave a farewell to MC, promising to come back.
  • He’ll be back in a hour 4 u MC
  • After his first encounter, he came back after every practice.
  • MC was always there to welcome him, and each day their conversations changed.
  • He told him about his new role in the play, and she seemed enamored
  • “I didn’t know you had a new role! I knew you were an actor, but I didn’t want to seem like every other person and fan over you…”
  • That was one of the things that made him want to see  MC over and over again.
  • She treated him like a normal person.
  • He learned that she was just working these night time shifts for some extra cash
  • “How’d it go? Your practice?”
  • “I went alright… Say, MC? How’d you like to go to dinner with me a night instead of working here?” hides nervousness like a true actor
  • MC is overjoyed, “I’d love to!”

Jumin

  • Jumin rarely goes out like this due to the fact that reporters would usually swarm him
  • So he usually has Jaehee get him his coffee
  • However, even our little angel Jaehee can get sick sometimes and Jumin has to take matters into his own hands
  • He began to start searching for a café that delivers
  • Score, he found one
  • Guess who delivered
  • MC, lookin all nice and cute in her little uniform delivered the coffee
  • Jumin wanted to take it and go, but MC tried to start a small convo
  • “Hello, sir!”
  • “Um, good morning.”
  • “Wow this place is big. Is the intern out or something?”
  • “Um, yes, she is.”
  • “Hope she feels better. Have a good day, Mr. Han.”
  • “How do you know my name?”
  • Awkwardly points to name on coffee cup
  • “Oh. Yes, have a good day.” notorious Jumin throat clearing
  • She gave him such a bright smile
  • And that coffee was goood
  • He saw on the receipt the name of the creator and it was the same as the girl who delivered
  • Even though Jaehee came back, he wants more of that coffee so he ordered again but specifically asked for “MC”
  • MC came back and gave him another bright smile that morning, ‘so you liked my coffee huh? Here you are.”
  • “Thank you, MC.”
  • “Oh! Someone who used my name!” MC said, teasingly, but it kind of went over Jumin’s head
  • Oh my god, this coffee is so good
  • Jaehee never has to get Jumin coffee again cuz good ol’ MC is his new personal coffee girl
  • Convos became a little more than just small talk
  • MC’s always asking how his week went and he’d explain business statistics and crap
  • But, wait, she’d understand?
  • She went to business school for a while which is astounding to him.
  • She begins to help him with his ideas and promos, and he’s so thankful
  • This girl is so strange, he’s never met anyone like her
  • He actually becomes really interested in her
  • So much so that he wants to see her more often, so he offers her a job there
  • Happily, she takes it and quits her coffee job
  • For a while, they work together and she makes him his favorite coffee without him asking
  • He really starts to like MC
  • So much so that Jaehee recommends that he ask her on a date
  • And he takes it like what that actually worked
  • And, guess what she said: “Took you long enough!” thats a yes btw
Seven
  • This boy has a lot on his mind alright
  • Always workin and hackin so coffee is his life
  • And he thinks cafes are such cute little places with cute little human beings to swarm~
  • And cute girls too
  • This one day, as he was enjoying his third coffee while bein on his nice laptop, he noticed a girl walk into the café
  • She was really pretty like oml the kind of pretty that makes you widen your eyes and try to look away to not seem like a creep
  • And Seven wasn’t any different
  • But, since he was so close, he could hear what the girl was saying
  • “How may I help you?”
  • “Um, hi… Hey, your name’s Mario. Isn’t that Italian? I heard Italians are so good at making coffee because they naturally like to espresso themselves~”
  • Omg Seven was ready to explode he spit up his coffee a little
  • “Har har…” Poor Mario where did he go wrong he just works there
  • Seven loved this girl already he had to get to know her name or something
  • “Name?”
  • “MC,” she giggled pretty girl giggle
  • Okay, okay, Seven think
  • He had a ton of great ideas, but they were lost… somewhere… in his brain
  • She had already grabbed her coffee so Seven gave up, thinking maybe it wasn’t meant to be anyways
  • Suddenly, Seven noticed the girl had placed her coffee down on his table
  • “I’m so sorry,” MC apologized, “just trying to get the keys out of my purse”
  • “No problem” Seven said with a smile don’t be stupid don’t be stupid
  • MC gave him a smile and a wave before grabbing her coffee and going to leave
  • This trainwreck grabbed his coffee and went to take a sip, but he realized “Seven” wasn’t written on his cup
  • He ran out to MC and called, “wait! Wrong coffee”
  • MC turned around and glanced at the name on her coffee before laughing nervously, “oops! Sorry!”
  • “You know…” be prepared here comes the pun “stealing someone’s coffee is called ‘mugging’, you know?”
  • She bursted out laughing nailed it
  • Seven was successfully able to ask her for her number and she happily gave it to him
V
  • Cafés are such quaint little spaces and V loves to take pictures of them even tho, ya know, he can’t really see
  • He usually goes to smaller cafes to limit his chances of being swarmed with fans and artists (he is famous)
  • One day, he got himself a nice cup of coffee while he began to observe his surroundings
  • Then, the magical camera was pulled out and he began to take pictures
  • Took pictures of the workers, the windows, the customers
  • At one point he pointed up to take a picture of the door, but a girl had walked in and looked at him in shock
  • She was beautiful prettier than that witch Rika that’s for sure
  • V immediately apologized, “excuse me! Just taking some pictures, don’t mind me.”
  • “Of me?” MC asked with a nervous giggle
  • “Hold that smile!” V said before finding the perfect angle and snapping a picture “very lovely.”
  • MC blushed, ‘aww, thank you, Mr…?”
  • “Call me V.” he smiled
  • “V… Um, alright.”
  • “Do you, uh… come here often?” smooth V real smooth I bet she’s never heard that one before
  • “Well, yeah. This is my favorite café.” she has, but she doesn’t mind it when it’s from this blue-haired cutie
  • “Ah… Well, I should be going. Thank you!”
  • “Bye, V.”
  • Guess which café V went to again?
  • He was obviously really hopeful in seeing MC again because MC is infinitely times better than Rika
  • Overjoyed, he sorta sees her in her cute little dress and he pulls out his camera to take a picture
  • Of course, at the perfect timing she looks up at the lens as he takes it it’s not creepy if it’s true love guys
  • She lets out a laugh and he looks embarrassed, “Sorry, I-uh…”
  • “I didn’t think you’d come back,” she smiles
  • “Well, I mean it’s a lovely little café. Perfect for pictures.”
  • “I see…” MC began to blush as she messed with her fingers, “Um, hey V? Would you say yes if I offered to buy you coffee?”
  • “I don’t see why I wouldn’t,” he’d smile, “as long as you’d help me take more pictures.”
  • “Sounds fair,” she smiled brightly.
Saeran
  • I can totally see Saeran working at a small coffee shop because it’s just so calming to make all these drinks and talking to a person only a few seconds at a time
  • Especially since this boy can be really intimidating
  • I bet you he likes all the nice plants that surround the building too
  • The people can get annoying though
  • Because some actually try to start a conversation
  • MC is one of those people
  • “Hello, how are you?” she would smile
  • “What can I get you?” trying so hard to ignore this human being and do his job
  • “Um, you pick.”
  • Really. “Me?”
  • “Yeah. You,” she smiled.
  • She had such a big smile
  • “Well, alright. What’s the name?”
  • “MC.”
  • Of course, as she leaves she says his name, “thank you, Saeran.” Which doesn’t happen often to him
  • “Uh, no problem?” He hands her the coffee and she pays him
  • The day goes smoothly and Saeran thinks nothing of it
  • The next day the girl comes back, “Hello, Saeran!”
  • “Hi…” Not her again, “What can I get you?”
  • “You pick.”
  • Again, he picks and thinks nothing of it
  • But she keeps coming again and again and asks the same thing
  • He sees it as almost an attack or something he just doesn’t get it
  • “Is there something you want from me?” he’d snap
  • MC would be so calm “I don’t want anything from you. You just seem nice”
  • Her smile is just… so bright and her eyes are so sparkly
  • Saeran didn’t know what to do then
  • Nice? Nice?? Huh… She thinks he’s nice
  • “Okay,” he sighed, “well, I’ll get you your coffee”
  • This poor guy finds it so hard to say this “Have a good day”
  • MC just gives him her stupid bright smile with her eyes lighting up, “thank you! You too, Saeran”
  • After that, he starts to adjust to her
  • “Hey MC.” She’s such a nice girl she always asks him how his day is going
  • One day, he’s having a rough day and MC noticing so she buys a coffee for him too because he mentioned that it was his favorite
  • “Hope that makes your day better, Saeran”
  • Of course it does, he loves the gesture but he doesn’t show it
  • Finally one day he asks, “Uh, hey MC. Why do you come here so often to see me?”
  • “I told you I like you.”
  • “Alright, well, maybe we should actually hang out sometime?”
  • “As in a date?” happiness levels at max
  • Immediate blush, “no, just… a hangout.” yeah, a date don’t lie
  • “Of course I’d love to.”
Poppies [A DR2 Komahina AU Fic]

I got the idea from an unusual AU fic ideas post. That’s all I will say. Enjoy!


Poppies

Tinglinglinglingling!

“Welcome to Jabberwock Flowers.

Hajime looked around the small flower shop. He’d passed by it on his walk to work several times, but never set foot in it until today. Behind the counter was an unhealthily pale young man around his age. His sickly white hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He was smiling at him.

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Brendon Urie's Stylist on the Panic! at the Disco Singer's Colorful Tailormade Style: Exclusive

For Panic! at the Disco frontman Brendon Urie, the embrace of “emo” spans at least a decade. But thanks to stylist Anthony Franco, the band is changing its tune, donning a new, colorfully clad style.

The self-taught designer and stylist first cut his teeth in the ‘80s and '90s dressing Janet Jackson, Boyz II Men and Lauryn Hill and outfitting MC Hammer for his “2 Legit 2 Quit” video. “When you come from making clothes for stars, you can’t give it up, which is why I like working with Panic!,” Franco tells Billboard in an exclusive interview.

After being introduced to the Las Vegas-bred group through their Nothing Rhymes With Circus tour director – who Franco worked with while styling Fall Out Boy – it was a match made in sartorial heaven. “I just threw a whole bunch of stuff in my bag from working on films like Waterworld and X-Men, made a bunch of sh–, met the boys, and they were like, 'We love you,’” he recalls. “They were babies, 17 to 20 years old, and I was already in my 30s, but from that point on, I became really close with them and have literally done every single thing with the band and Brendon since.”

How would you describe Brendon’s style?

The thing I love about the band is they’re from Vegas, so they kinda had a Rat Pack vibe with emo elements to them. With all groups, it’s the singer who usually has their individual style, and Brendon will wear anything I ask him to. He trusts me, and that’s a big thing; when an artist does not allow their stylist or creative team to help them create an image, a lot of times it looks like it’s forced. Personally, I can’t think of anyone out there with his sense of style. He loves his shiny fabrics, has stage presence, and to me, he’s always been a one-man show. He does take over, and the fans love it, and it’s great.

He seems to be a big fan of colorful and patterned tuxedo jackets, along with high-collar shirts. Is that your influence? 

Yeah, the high-collar thing came about when we were doing the “Hallelujah” video, where it’s a play on clergymen in a confessional. Instead of doing the band in collars – which is a direct reference to priesthood – we implemented that element into the shirts by raising the collar up. I love how Karl Lagerfeld dresses with his collars, so that’s what we go for. It gives an emperor’s look as opposed to looking like a preacher.

 

Brendon @brendonurie @panicatthedisco ready to give you an amazing performance tonite on @fallontonight - #brendonurie #panicatthedisco #tonight

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What about the colorful and patterned tuxedo jackets?

This started around the '05 Vaudeville eyeliner emo look, but I began noticing that the clothing started to elevate itself with shine and color. I wasn’t so nervous about it since I knew Brendon could pull it off, but it was also something that nobody at the time was doing, and it sort of came across as really Liberace. To avoid looking like a Vegas lounge singer, his fit had to be perfectly tailored and custom-made. I didn’t want to just throw him in clothing that we had to alter but didn’t work for him. As his stylist, I want to make sure that every time he’s out there performing or on the red carpet, he looks different, but it’s still his style.

Is there a pattern or color Brendon wouldn’t wear?

I don’t know if I would ever put him in plaid. I like textures, and leopard works perfectly for him. I think there is not a color now that we haven’t used. That’s why when we did the Grammy red carpet, we went for a clean slate with the white tux with silver thread in it and a fattened collared shirt (exclusive sketch below). Kind of like [Grammy-nominated best rock album] Death of a Bachelor, where a bride wears white. We flew in the shiny fabric from London, and I made the full look (tux, pant and shirt) within a week, because I have his pattern down perfectly. That’s fast for us, but with him, I don’t like to do things with too much of a lead time because we’re so creative we might change our minds. His fans love him, and it’s nice when they get in really close and can spot a new detail within that look.

What influences Brendon’s style the most: comfortability or design interest?

Since he’s an active performer, his pants have a little stretch in them, and his shoes have to be super comfortable. But up top, he will wear anything. I also have to be aware of sweating because he’s performing, so I will never use wool. He’ll start the show looking head-to-toe perfect and will start stripping stuff off, and before you know it, he ends up shirtless. [Laughs] For him, I think it’s really about a full look at the beginning, and then he’ll sort of taper down to get himself into it. For the red carpet, he wants to look perfect from head-to-toe.

When it comes to fashion, what excites Brendon?

He’s interesting because we know it’s the element of dress-up, and he knows that people love him for his music and his clothing. He gets inspired by fashion and is not an off-the-rack kind of guy. Brendon will never follow a designer just because everyone else is following a trend. It’s dress-up, but it’s not a costume nor gimmicky.

Brendon @brendonurie looks so good at the 59th Annual Grammy Awards - he’s wearing a custom Diamond White Tuxedo–We’ve done almost every color in the rainbow – This shining beauty is definitely one of my favorites. #brendonurie #panicatthedisco #grammys

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How do you keep it from looking gimmicky?

The good thing is, with well-made clothing; it never looks cheap. And we put a lot into making sure the fit of the fabric and details are expensive, a.k.a. well-thought-out and -executed.

When he’s not performing, what does Brendon gravitate towards?

He’s all casual. Jeans, T-shirt, a hoodie and Adidas sneakers. He is straight-up comfort. 

Even at nighttime?

Oh yeah, he would never dress up to go to dinners and stuff like that. That persona of him is strictly  onstage. 

 

Brendon @brendonurie giving you one hell of a performance yesterday @iheartradio - wearing one of my favorite jackets in Army Green Lacquer ☠️ #brendonurie #iheartradio #performance

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What is your most memorable styling moment with Brendon?

His light-blue jacket with leopard T-shirt from his last tour. A couple, who met at a Panic! concert and eventually got married, sent a photo of their baby dressed up for Halloween in a leopard shirt and blue onesie jacket over it. It was so damn cute, and when fans start re-creating his looks, it’s flattering for us. The most incredible moment was when Brendon met President Obama after performing at the Kennedy Center Honors in a gorgeous bronze tuxedo, which we custom designed. It photographed beautifully, and I felt so proud to see my work on him while meeting the president. 

 

One of my favorite fashion moments - Brendon @brendonurie & Sarah @sarahurie at the Kennedy Center Honors 2013, both look so stunning wearing my designs. #love #friends

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This started out as a gifset (which I’ll post soon), but turned into a meta about how Dean, Sam, Castiel and Crowley represent each four of the Horsemen Of The Apocalypse. Dean is Famine, Sam is Death, Castiel is War and Crowley is Pestilence. 

The first horsemen that is introduced in the show is War, so I’ll talk about Castiel first. 

Castiel + War

We know Cas is an impressive soldier, who can go into the grasps of hell. Whilst not necessarily the cause for conflict, he takes alot of pride in getting himself involved in fighting for causes- whether its Season Five against Lucifer, Season Six against Raphael, Season Nine against Metatron and other angels, Season Eleven against The Darkness. Castiel is a fighter. Would I label him as aggressive? Not necessarily, but he can be. Especially near the end of Season Six. When he becomes ‘God’ that episode is centered around Castiel’s righteousness in trying to right wrongs.

His attitude becomes quite hardened, even if he maintains a personal softness. He personifies War because even if he dislikes conflict as stated in Season Seven, he’ll still play a role in it. 

The Horsemen War placed an emphasis on getting humanity involved in conflict and war. Castiel, an angel involves himself in that. As war is brutal and gross, Castiel does not relish in it. He becomes a warrior and a knight, and a force to be reckoned with. War is for Castiel.

Dean Winchester + Famine

The show places an emphasis on hunger being for everything- sex, food, love. By establishing everyone as ‘empty’ and needing to fill it up. To me, this is perfectly Dean. Not only does he physically consume alot, but he struggles with feelings of doubt, self hatred and loathing, and overall emptiness. Famine reads Dean’s character in a cynical way- as if Dean’s problems with depression equate to ‘hunger’ 

That’s one deep, dark nothing you got there, Dean. Can’t fill it, can you? Not with food or drink. Not even with sex…  Oh, you can smirk and joke and lie to your brother, lie to yourself, but not to me! I can see inside you, Dean. I can see how broken you are, how defeated. You can’t win, and you know it. But you just keep fighting. Just… keep going through the motions. You’re not hungry, Dean, because inside, you’re already…dead.

Famine equates hunger with Dean’s strong feelings of being defeated. Dean is always hungry for something. Whether its validation for his thoughts, the basics of food and alcohol, love and friendship, or even vengeance. Famne declares Dean ‘not hungry’ because he’s dead, therefore can’t feel hunger. But Dean’s hunger for everything is rather deep and complex, and means the lust-like desire to hunt. Famine fits well for Dean.

Crowley + Pestilence 

With a creative, dark sense of humour, this one was the most obvious for me. The first horsemen (in the Book Of Revelations)- called ‘Conquest’ (I don’t even have to explain how well that fits Crowley- he loves power, being in control and winning)

Disease gets a bad rap, don’t you think? For being filthy. Chaotic. Uh, but, really, that just describes people who get sick. Disease itself… Very…Pure…Single-minded. Bacteria have one purpose –divide and conquer. That’s why, in the end…It always wins.

But onto the ‘disease’ side of Crowley. The side that doesn’t simply kill you, but makes you suffer. Crowley tortures countless people. Some for a reason (like the Alphas in Season Six) and some out of disgust and spite (Meg in Season Eight). Like diseases and infections, you aren’t simply dying. You are in alot of pain. It’s nightmarish and gross. ‘It always wins’ appeals strongly to Crowley’s desire to win and to rule, but also to weaken his enemies. Disease is creative, which Crowley is. It also weakens the person who has it (kinda what Crowley is trying to do with Lucifer- the ‘vessel’ prison puts the person in pain.

So, on top of the conquering natuer of Crowley, and the turbulant, tragic nature of disease… Pestilence fits well.

Sam Winchester + Death

On a surface level, you could say that because Sam’s life has been wrought with death- ranging from his mother, Jessica, etc. But that’s not the only reason why I picked Death for Sam. Sam is also marked for death, countless seasons in a row. He’s the one, not Dean who’d die if the Trials are completed in Season Eight. He’s the one who Death wants Dean to kill in the season 10 finale. Every once in a while, the show deals that as a consequence of actions, Sam might have to die. 

Alot of Sam’s arc is shaped around death- from Jess’ death, to dying in Season Two and being brought back. Although its not his fault that death occurs, it is a powerful motif in his arc. Sam has also wrestled with suicidal ideation. Jen Titus’ lyrics for ‘Oh Death’ in the show are very interesting,

When God is gone and the Devil takes hold,
who will have mercy on your soul

Oh, Death, оh Death, oh Death,

No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul

Oh, Death,
Well I am Death, none can excel,
I’ll open the door to heaven or hell.

Oh, Death, оh Death,
my name is Death and the end ïs here…

This plays into Sam who Lucifer was going to take over, who’d open the door to the Apocalypse and bring the end of the world. Sam’s also had his soul- which represents life and goodness, absolutely torn apart. For similar reasons why Dean is famine, Death fits Sam perfectly.

I enjoyed writing this, and I hope it was clear what I mean. Exploring the ‘darkness’ of characters fascinates me deeply, and I see that alot in Supernatural.

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Adrian starts having feelings for Marinette, while at the same time, she starts having feelings for Chat. Twist; you’re not allowed to make this a reveal fic. GO!

@disneywizard IT’S FINALLY DONE!!!! Okay, so I kinda made it into a Marichat thing and it’s from Adrien’s POV because I’m trash like that and our catson doesn’t get enough POV in fics I think, but I hope you still like it :) (all 7 pages and 1879 words)


It Was Only A Kiss

           Chat Noir stood on a rooftop in Paris, surveying his home for any signs of trouble. It was late, well after midnight, but the light coming off the Eiffel Tower seemed to light up the city regardless of the darkened homes that surrounded it. He looked up at the sky and sighed. It had been awhile since he had seen all the stars, but with all the lights he could only see the biggest and brightest of them.

           “Oh well,” he muttered to himself as he turned around, deciding that he patrolled long enough for the night. Even Hawkmoth needed sleep, right?  

           Making his way home across the rooftops of sleeping citizens, he paused noticing a light shining from the Dupain-Cheng bakery across from him. The light itself was small, a desk lamp probably, but with his heightened senses it burned a whole through the rare shadow of houses not touched as much by the Tower’s luminous glow.

           He tilted his head slightly, wondering who on earth would be up so late at the bakery when he noticed a small figure lounging on a chair next to the lamp, realizing it had to have been Marinette.  

           What on earth is she doing up? He thought, thinking of earlier today in class she’d walked into the room with bags under her eyes and nearly falling asleep during lecture. He figured she’d be fast asleep by now.

           Chat made his way over to her balcony and landed behind her with a soft thud that she didn’t seem to notice, eyes trained on something in her lap. Coming forward quietly, he tried to look over her shoulder at what she was working on but couldn’t see it at a good angle.

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photographs ;; gigi hadid smut

“Okay, just turn your waist a little.. don’t move!” I command, lowering my body and shifting my camera a bit before snapping the picture. Gigi had her hands pressed against the wall and her ass out, a sultry look on her face. Without even looking at the photo, I knew it was a keeper. “Thanks so much for modeling for me, by the way. My professor is nagging me about this contest.” I speak, letting the camera dangle around my neck as I move Gigi’s body. This time, her back was against the wall, hands covering her bare chest. 

“No problem. You know me. Model to pay the bills, model to help a friend. Anything to do with modeling is a yes.” She says playfully, just as I capture another photo. Since she’s talking in it, you can see her teeth, a small smile playing at her lips. The point of my shoot was to take nude photos in a classy, artistic way. “Your face is just perfect for any form of modeling.” I reply, chuckling quietly as I ask her to blow a kiss. She does as asked, and you can see one of her nipples peeking through her fingers with her covering hand. 

“Okay, now this one is gonna sound a little weird, but I want you to take a picture where it looks like you’re touching yourself. Are you okay with that?” I raise a brow, holding the camera in my hands. “And I’ll make sure there’s nothing too obscene; it’ll probably be a shadow photo, anyway.” She takes a second to think it over before she nods her head in agreement, moving down onto the bed. All she’s wearing is her underwear, which is barely covering her pussy. I’m curious as to how it looks, to be honest. “How do you want me to pose?” She inquires, tilting her head to the side. I set my camera down onto the night stand next to me before moving over towards her. My hands find her chest, pushing her back onto the bed before adjusting her legs, having her knees bent and slightly parted. “Now, just slide your panties off a little, but keep them on your legs. Oh, and have your hands between your legs, which is obvious, but.” She nods her head as I get back to my camera, holding it up to see through the lens. 

“Great. Arch your back a little. Open your mouth so it looks like you’re moaning.” As I say this, Gigi moans playfully, and I capture a picture of her like that. I move a little closer, this time zooming in on just the lower half of her face, asking her to repeat what she just did. She moans once more, and I capture a photo of her like that, her plump lips showing up on screen. Gigi was undeniably hot, and this was turning me on more than I’d like to admit. 

“You’re so gorgeous, G. And I just need one more photo from you. But this one is including me. Would you be okay with me on top of you with my lips really close to yours? I want a close up shot where it looks like two people are about to kiss.” I think there’s a hopeful look on my face, because she’s looking at me for a little while before agreeing, and I can’t help as a large grin appears. “Awesome, thank you thank you much. Let me set up the camera on the tripod.” I quickly set everything up before climbing onto Gigi, my legs on either side of her as I dip my head down, my lips almost on hers.” I’m about to click the button on the remote in my hand when she connects our lips, and taken by surprise, I accidentally take a photo of us kissing. “Oh, sorry.” Gigi says, a red tint appearing on her cheeks. “You just looked so fucking hot, I kinda really wanted to.” A playful grin is on her lips as our lips connect again, her breasts pressing against mine. 

We’re making out for a few minutes, tongue on tongue, lips on necks, fingers on nipples. All the while, she’s making little whimpers and moans of pleasure, sending the sounds straight to my aching core. Suddenly, I wanted more than anything to have her actually fuck herself for me to see. It made me incredibly wet just thinking about it. I pull away after a while, trying to catch my breath. “God, you are absolutely fucking beautiful.” I moan out, running my hands along her bare skin. Her back arches up against my hands as they touch her nipples, whining and wanting. “Please, babe, make me feel good.” She whimpers out. “Touch yourself for me first, Gigi.” I reply, climbing off her. I’m sitting at the end of the bed now, and her legs are spread, panties kicked off and giving me a full view of her glistening cunt. Her hands dip between her legs, fingers finding her clit immediately as she began to rub it in circles, moans leaving her mouth; each one louder than the other. 

“Oh fuck, baby, you made me so wet. I just wanna fuck myself, let you see my pussy wrapping around my fingers.” Gigi moans out, one hand playing with her nipples. Her eyes are closed and her hips buck up against her hand. Meanwhile, I’m in the process of taking my clothes off one by one, eager to be just as naked as she is. “Fuck yourself for me, baby, I want to hear you moan my name when you’re making yourself feel good.” I reply, my bra quickly coming off, the cold air making contact with my already hard nipples. Gigi soon delves three fingers into her hole, not even bothering to warm herself up or give herself time to adjust to her fingers. She’s so wet that they easily slide in and out of her tight little pussy, slick sounds taking up the silence. 

“Yes, fuck me right there, please.” She cries out as she pounds into herself with her fingers. By now, I’m completely naked as well, my hands finding my own clit and playing with myself. She was so fucking hot right now, and I needed the relief. “Yes, baby, keep fucking yourself. You’re making me so wet.” I moan out as I rub my clit in circles, my hips moving against my fingers. 

“Baby, I wanna feel your pussy on mine.” Gigi whines, lifting her head up to look at me through hooded eyes. She lets out another loud moan to tempt me, her hips thrusting against her fingers as I struggled to keep my legs apart. “Pleeeaassseee, baby, I’m so fucking close. I want to cum all over your slutty little pussy.” I nod my head in agreement, continuing to play with my clit while she moved her body forward, adjusting herself and me as well until one of her legs were hooked under mine with the other over. I finally moved my hand away, instead bringing them up towards my tits, groping them, thumb playing with my nipple as Gigi rocked her hips forward, her hot pussy bumping against mine in the most pleasurable manner. We moaned in unison as our pace began to work itself out and whatnot, clits touching and sending sparks up my spine. 

“Fuck, G, I’m so close.” I whine out, and with a few more thrusts, I reach my climax, cum guzzling out of my little pussy, hot and slick, while Gigi sloppily continued to grind her pussy against mine, her orgasm coming quickly after. As we ride out our highs and finally settle down, Gigi’s lips connect to mine in a lazy kiss, small giggles falling from us both. 

“I hope you got some shots of that for my masturbation folder.” She teases. 

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Hey guys, sorry this took so long to post! I’ve been super inactive because of little muse for smut writing, but I finally finished this! Hope you enjoy!

Rocking The Cradle Chapter 1

As I near the end of my first big fanfic, I kinda wanted to post it here to see what the general Tumblr community thinks of it. If the first chapter does relatively well here then I’ll be happy to post the others. Anyway, please enjoy my first Miraculous Ladybug fanfic


‘Who comes up with this shit?’

She stared down at the assignment blinking. Early Parenting Project, the words stared back at her like a really lame joke. Who the hell came up with the concept of letting lycée students adopt orphans for a school year just to teach them about parenthood? Marinette pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance. While the project itself was fine albeit a bit odd, she was far more concerned about how she would balance that, regular school work, a semi decent social life and oh of course BEING LADYBUG. The last thing she needed was to fight akumas with a juice box in her hand instead of her yoyo. She took a very deep sigh.

‘My life is so comically shitty’

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anonymous asked:

heyyy can you do where harry comes with his new hair cut and your reaction to it. And one where you both discuss the "daddy" topic and how its so famous now and idk you guys are like discussing it and you kinda get shy and stuff and Harry can't atop smirking.

Rating:  PG-16 ?
Warnings: a little bit of eating if ya know what i mean!
Category: Smutty at the end
Word Count: 2,395
Request:  YES so thank you a million times over.

Note: I don’t know if you wanted me to do 2 separate requests so I guess I figured out a way to merge them together.



11. Still Enough.

There’s a beep from your phone signalling a text message. You pick it up, finding a text from Harry, putting down the bowl of cookie batter, and sliding your finger across the device, you check the message. He’s just letting you know he’s on his way over and has a surprise for you. Your eyebrows raise in confusion, what could that surprise be? It wasn’t any special day or occasion today, and if it was then you had definitively forgotten all about it.

The cookies in the oven are giving your kitchen and living room the best homey delicious smell, as you hand-mix another batch. You were in a baking mood, so you had decided to call your mom and surprise her saying you’d pinch in with some cookies for her brunch tomorrow, and she was glad that you took that chore from her shoulders.

You’re mixing to your hearts content, humming a little tune, when Harry arrives, his usual “Babe, M’here!” ringing through your ears as he jiggles the keys and sets them on the table by the door. He kicks off his shoes as he does every day, setting them by the stairs to take with him later, and undoes a couple of his buttons, feeling more free.
“ Smells amazing” he says coming in the kitchen. You set down the bowl and turn to him ready to greet him, and you’re glad you set it down because when you see him, all you can do is let out a little scream and drop the whisk that’s still in your hand. In front of you stands the same old Harry you know and love, minus the hair you know and love.
Oh my…!
“ Surprise!” He says making goofy jazz hands, a smile so big and dimple so deep, and he looks so young and different. You don’t know if you love it yet, but you know you will, because you love him. Your hands reach to his buzzed sides and the longer part at the top, getting a feel of the new cut, as he lets out giggles at your face. Your mouth is still shaped like an O and your eyes are wide. “d’yeh like it?” he asks a little bit more nervous now, because you have yet to say a proper word about it.
“ Takes some getting used to I suppose?” you say resting your hands on his shoulders after you’re done exploring and feeling the short hair. You look at him, for a long while. You notice his neck, as it seems thicker, and his ears, are so small yet visible. You notice how much more defined his jaw looks, as if that was even possible. It’s a lot to take in, for a lover of his long hair, but you know deep in your heart you’re going to love it. Specially if he lets it grow back.

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theblackabyssofme  asked:

This is probably a really pointless question that has been asked before (so feel free not to answer lol), but what anime (animes?) would you recommend and why?

!!!!!!! Oh my gosh, that is NOT a pointless question! Friend! FRIEND!!! I have been waiting my whole life for someone to ask me for anime recommendations!!

Like, 90% of the reason why I even have this blog is because I watch So. Much. Anime. And I kept wanting to talk about it with people, but there was no one I could talk to about my deep love of anime, and how much I wanted to recommend them things, but no one cared about my anime recommendations, so it was like, “oh, ok, fine, I’ll just go obsess quietly in this corner of the internet for a while…”

So, THANK YOU. Gosh, I will try and contain myself but I was really so excited to be asked. (You are probably already regretting asking the question. Sorry.)

But I watch so much anime that I literally have recommendations in any genre. You want to watch something that will break your heart? Got one for that. You want something that’s just funny and dumb? Got that too. Mecha? Historical fantasy? Shoujo? Shounen? I have them all!!

I’m going to try and limit my recommendations to my top four. And I’m going to offer up a wide range, just for fun. I’m also staying away from sports anime, because at this point, I just assume it’s a given that I recommend all the Sports Anime Ever. (I apologize ahead of time for the length of this post).

The most important thing to me with anime I watch is the story; as a big reader in all genres, it is not often I am surprised by where a story is going, and one of the reasons why I love anime so much is because their stories do surprise me, all the time. All the anime I recommend here have incredible stories and amazing characters. So here are the top four anime I recommend, based on my deep love for them, how much I wish they had a bigger fandom, and also how often I rewatch them:

1) Tiger and Bunny.

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If you like: One Punch Man and My Hero Academia, you should really watch Tiger and Bunny. I was so excited to see it on my dash.

Why: It had a new take on the Super Hero trope that I hadn’t seen before. It also has an amazing cast of well-developed, interesting characters. And it has one of the most inclusive casts I have ever seen in any show: kickass ladies, kickass people of color, kickass canonically gay characters—and all of them were well-developed, complex people. The story itself had a lot of interesting twists and has a really refreshing look into the Revenge Motive. The villains are all kind of fascinating too. Plus, Kotetsu and Barnaby are married af, and that’s always nice.

(Also, I just watched the Movie for the first time last night and I’m still sobbing. I have never seen such a respectful focus on a genderqueer character in a movie/show where being genderqueer was not the focus of the movie/show.)

2) Princess Tutu

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If you like: Fairy tales, or you’re interested in story-telling, you really have to watch this anime.

Why: I periodically rewatch this anime because I just love it. So. Much. It really is like watching a new fairy tale. It’s also an amazing metafictional look into what it means to tell a story, and what it would be like to rebel against the story and the role that is written for you. And it’s probably the only anime I’ve ever watched where the ships I shipped in the beginning are definitely not the same ships I shipped at the end. Also, you should watch this AMV, if you’re not convinced.

3) Erased

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If you like: Time travel, or complex psychological dramas, this anime is for you.

Why: Yes, I am slightly biased, because I just wrote a fanfic about this show, but I really do think it’s amazing. I think in so many stories we are used to hearing, the story is about how things started out Right and then they all went Wrong. And this anime is the story about how things were Wrong, and one man does everything he can to make them Right again. And I really like that.

4) Ore Monogatari!!

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I saved this one for last because it’s going to be long. Largely because I just re-watched it and I have ALL THE FEELS. And I’ve been wanting to talk about it.

If you like: Pure, fluffy, romance. This is the anime for you.

Why: This is the story of how Two Cinnamon Rolls Too Pure, Too Good For This World, fall in love with each other. And their salty asexual friend who will shank anyone who gets in the way of his cinnamon roll friends’ love.

So, OK. I have read a lot of romance, either in shoujo manga/anime or in YA lit, or chick lit, or just unrepentant romance novels. And my biggest, biggest problem with romance (especially in shoujo manga and YA) is the fact that I almost always hate the love interest hero. Because I just hate, hate the trope of “beautiful, mysterious man who is an asshole, but everyone falls in love with him anyway.” And I hate that these women keep falling in love with beautiful men who are assholes to them. And I also kinda hate how there’s never really a reason why the beautiful asshole likes this woman in particular? It’s always like, “Oh, this girl. She’s different than the rest.” Because of course everyone is in love with the beautiful asshole, but only the heroine Can Win His Heart.

Takeo completely subverts that trope. He is set up as a guy who is not good-looking, no girls ever fall in love with him, but he is just genuinely kind. He’s nice to everyone, he’s 1000% respectful towards women, and he’s always happy to help anyone in need.

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I also love Yamato, because you never wonder why he would fall in love with her in particular. She is pure sunshine, but at the same time, she is also very assertive, and that is *so* rare in romance stories. This girl sees her man, wants her man, and does everything she can to *get* her man. Like, damn, Yamato. Girl knows what she wants. And I just love how she is always the one to make the first move in their relationship. I also love the fact that she clearly has a libido and openly lusts after her boyfriend. It is amazing how often women aren’t allowed to feel sexual attraction in their own romance stories.

This show also challenges the idea that established relationships are boring. And the idea that a good romance story has to have a lot of drama before the couple can get together. These two refreshingly love each other, trust each other, trust other people, and communicate their concerns when they have them and it is just So. Nice. Not to have needless drama in a love story.

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Equally important, I love asexual best friend Suna. One of the things this anime does is that it emphasizes that Takeo’s friendship with Suna is as equally important to him as his relationship with Yamato. And I just wish that was emphasized more in romance? Because it really seems that in a lot of other romance stories, True Love is the most important thing, and everything and every one else can go to hell. But Suna’s platonic love for Takeo is as defining as Yamato’s love for Takeo, and Takeo’s love for both of them is the most important thing to him.

And I’m going to have to stop myself there, because I could seriously go on and on and on about how Ore Monogatari!! Is the best love story ever and I could keep going. (And I want to, I waaaant to) but this post is already long enough and I apologize to everyone on my dash.

Thank you again for asking! Please ask me for recommendations! I have so many!! Also, if you want to recommend me anything, please do so!!

Nerve Chapter 7 JokerXReader

Oh my god guys I am so sorry this took me so long and I really don’t know if this chapter turned out to be good but I really had been stuck on this story for a while and I’m still not sure about how to write the next chapter I just hope you may like this. And I’m really sorry that I posted this so late. <3<3<3


Nerve part 7

He wasn’t in bed after you opened your eyes this morning and a sigh of relief escaped your mouth.

You still had to process what happened last night.

You were going through this whole situation the whole night in your dreams all over again, but this time he didn’t put his hand down and decided to not hurt you.

This time he gave it to you, this nightmare was hunting you and it remembered yourself of what he was capable of and what he could’ve done to you.

The question only was: Why did he spare you? And would he do this a second time if you would accidently make a mistake again?

He wasn’t a man for forgiving and forgetting, his actions after he raised his hand and was about to slap you were absolutely untypical for him.

What was this all about?

A knock on the bedroom door interrupted your thoughts and you looked up in shock.

What if this was him?

What if he wants to catch up on what he didn’t do last night?

You considered pretending that you were still sleeping but if it was really Mr J behind that door that wouldn’t keep him away from doing things to you.

“Miss? Are you awake?”

Another sigh of relief, it was just Frost.

“Y-Yes?” you answered.

“Mr J is out for business again, but he left you some presents and he wants to take you out tonight”, Frost responded from behind the closed door.

Wait … so he wasn’t mad anymore?

Or was this just his game making you feel good and safe and tonight he would beat the shit out of you for disobeying you?

“Oh … okay … thank you, Frost” you said.

“Is everything alright? You don’t sound well.”

“Yes, I’m fine. But … Frost?”

“Yes?”

“Is he still mad at me?” you weren’t able to hold the question back.

All this swinging moods of Mr J caused you a whiplash at the moment.

“No, Miss. And to be true I am as surprised as you were last night” Frost said, but he didn’t sound mean whilst saying this.

So he really wasn’t mad at you anymore …

Wow.

“I’ll let you know when Mr J is here.”

“Thanks”, you said falling into your pillows and sheets again.

Now you just had to worry about why he wanted to take you out tonight.

Normally you would be caged up in this penthouse while he was doing business, so what was so special about this day?

You shook your head, thinking about this man’s ideas made you go crazy.

As you were about to enter the bathroom you nearly stumbled over three big present boxes.

All of them wrapped into shiny, gold fancy paper with purple ribbons on top of each box.

Those must be the presents Frost had spoken about.

Kneeling down you took the first one and opened it slowly, prepared for everything that could be in it.

But what really was into the box nearly made you speechless.

It was a dress, tailored just for you, it was short in a beautiful rose color and very Lolita like but you already loved it.

It had long sleeves and the neckline went from your right collarbone to your left collarbone in a semicircle.

You didn’t know what the fabric was, but it felt very soft and kinda thin, so it would perfectly huddle itself against your body.

Carefully you put the dress on the bed and opened the second box there were black stiletto heels in it, which were completely closed till your ankles.

They were gorgeous matching perfectly with the dress.

But now you also were curious about what was waiting in the third box.

Placing the stiletto’s on the ground under your dress you opened the last present but this one made you drop your mouth.

This present included black stockings and also black lingerie, very seductive lingerie.

Wow … the Joker was clearly a man with a very expensive taste in things.

But why did he want you to wear those things tonight?

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“Miss, Mr J wants to see you now”, Frost’s voice sounded from out of the room.

You had spend the whole day with dressing up for Mr J so he couldn’t be mad at you after last night, even though Frost told you he wasn’t but you wanted to go for sure.

You just put on a little bit of make-up, mascara and some eyeliner you never needed more than this because you already were beautiful all by your own.

“I’m coming” you responded to Frost after checking your image in the mirror for the last time.

You wore everything that Mr J had left for you and the result looked absolutely stunning.

Taking a deep breath you finally opened the door of the master bedroom.

Mr J was standing in the living room area visible impatient but as soon as he saw you he spread his arms wide open and his big signature grin was drawn all over his face.

“Oooh, let daddy take a look at ya … so beautiful … and you’re all mine, all mine …” he pondered circling you like you were fresh prey, before he pulled you into him by your wrist and kissed you rough and passionately.

It was strange that your body still reacted to his touch, even though you thought you couldn’t let him touch you again after the last night.

But every time he kissed or touched you felt like your whole body was on fire and you started to notice that this feeling had been grown since the day he brought you home with him.

“Why are you taking me out?” you whispered after he let go off you.

“Because I could see what’s happening here, when daddy isn’t around.”

You blushed immediately and looked away, knowing what he was talking about.

“Aw, it’s fine, kitten”, he said stroking your cheek with the back of his hand.

“I know what the reason for all that was. You were just lonely. Missing daddy a lot while he had to take care of some business, right?”

You nodded your head.

“Mhmm, don’t worry, doll. It won’t happen again, I’ll take you with me from now on. You’re mine, all mine …” he purred into your ear.

He noosed his arm tight around your waist then you two were leaving the penthouse.

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It didn’t take you long to figure out where he was driving as soon as you passed nearly half of the way to his club.

The place where everything had began.

It felt strange coming back to this place again after everything that happened since then but now you understood why Mr J wanted you to dress up like that.

As soon as you arrived at his club he wrapped his arm around you like a vice to show everyone in here that you belonged to him and may god help all the people that ignored this first warning.

Speaking of ignoring that warning, Mr J’s business partner tonight didn’t really seem to care about his life.

He stared at you several times like he wanted to rip your clothes apart, what made you even more nervous than the fact that you were sitting in the middle of a big business deal that would cost several people their lives from what you’ve heard so far.

“What’s wrong, kitten? You look paler than me”, Mr J whispered into your ear with a grin, placing a hard kiss on your lips, so that you had to look him in the eyes.

“I’m sorry … I just …”

“Hm? What’s it, baby? Come on you can tell, daddy”, he growled.

“I don’t like the way he’s looking at me, when you’re not looking at him”, you finally murmured.

“Oh? Really?”

Mr J gave a quick glare to the man who was looking at your thighs now which were seductively dressed in the black stockings Mr J had bought for you and this time he caught him.

The soft look Mr J had given you disappeared immediately, leaving only a facial expression that was about to murder someone in the most brutal way that ever was.

“Don’t worry, angel. Daddy won’t let something happen to you”, he purred.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Mr J suddenly asked out of nowhere what made the man in front of you two flinch.

His voice darkened being more sinister than ever, he stood up from his seat and started to circle the man that dared to look at you like you were fresh meat.

“Feel free to answer me you’ve already crossed the line, Dexter.”

“Mr J I-“

“What?” he growled in annoyance.

“You didn’t know she’s mine? You thought she’s just a toy? Or even better a prostitute? So that you could have her after I’m done with her? Dexter, Dexter, Dexter. I really thought we could get along with each other …”

“I never meant to disrespect her …”

“No? But you did, even worse you imagined things with her, am I right?”

“Please Mr J-”

“Oh shut up!” Mr J yelled and put his gun against Dexter’s temple.

“Look at her! I. Said. Look. At. Her. This girl is mine. All mine and you my dear friend will die now for disrespecting my beautiful little kitten” he said before he pulled the trigger.

incomprehensiblelentils  asked:

for the meta meme, 1 and any Luke Cage character :D

I’ve rewatched the show and certain episodes and scenes too many times, and my opinion and thoughts about Shades shifts a little each rewatch. This is what I managed to cobble together and I hope this more or less sums up my thoughts/headcanons on Hernan Shades Alvarez.

Early Life

Cornell inherited this business but Shades came up in it. He told Mariah that he had nothing growing up except the knowledge that people like him knew they could go to Mama Mabel for things like a thanksgiving turkey, and school clothes, so he grew up idolizing strong female figures like Mama Mabel, and above all he respects people with power. I see young Shades being cunning and insightful. I see him and Cornell working together a lot, but he doesn’t really respect Cornell– just the name Stokes. So by association, he hangs back as the right hand man but wishes he could be noticed and trusted with more to do. You notice in the first episode that even though Cornell and Shades go way back, there isn’t much warmth between them. As kids, I imagine that Cornell and Shades were asked by Mama Mabel to do some task or another, and Shades sneakily undermining Cornell to gain favor– maybe dropping hints about Cornell not helping because he was too busy with his music. Before the incident with Pete, I think young Shades pitied Cornell’s lack of interest in this business and inability to step up.  

Outsider

To Mama Mabel, I think Shades proved himself to be a loyal and reliable earner, but he knew he would never have a seat at the table. This is a family business and Shades will always be an outsider. When Diamondback angrily pulls the gun on him over Cornell’s murder, he makes it clear that this isn’t a kingdom for Shades to inherit.  "What? You thought I was just going to leave it all to you?“ Diamondback sees right through him, knows that his whispering in Mariah’s ear to de-throne Cornell is Shade’s doing. Shades is ambitious, but he’s not foolhardy. He never showed up in episode 1 with the intention of having Cornell killed, but he saw an opportunity when a problem presented itself so he took care of it with Mariah’s help. He is loyal but that loyalty can be broken if he thinks person in charge is being reckless. He’s logical, even tempered and cannot be baited the same way that Cornell and Mariah sometimes can when they’re called Cottonmouth or Black Mariah. You see this in the interrogation room with Priscilla. Being there is a nuisance but it’s nothing new. He passes the time by toying with the Priscilla and asking for a law… yer.

Power

Shades is always a heartbeat away from power, and I think just prior to episode 7, he really thought he was going to use Mariah like a pawn. Make no mistake, I think he also had real feelings for her, at the very least before this he was crushing on her HARD. But it doesn’t mean that he also doesn’t also want to make an in for himself either.  When the henchmen come back after hearing of Cornell’s death, Shades tells Zip and Sugar, Y'all work for me now. The club- it belongs to Mariah. But I’m in charge. Before he says this, he’s surveying Harlem’s Paradise, the camera pans as if saying, look at this kid. He made it. It’s short lived but I think we are meant to believe power was always his goal.  

But I also believe that while Shades might be cunning, he isn’t really a leader. I wonder if he knows this too. A leader in this business has to work in the light and in the shadows to broker deals. He or She must strike fear and admiration, work their brand and public persona. Cornell, Diamondback, and Mariah have big personalities who can command attention, and fill a room with their presence. I think the show markets Shades as the Littlefinger of this show but I see him more like Tom Hagen from The Godfather, who was a loyal outsider with power because he held the ear of the boss. This relationship only works though if the boss is receptive and takes to heart the advice of the consigliere. And I see Shades easily filling in the role to the right woman.

Mariah

When I try to pinpoint when Shades decided that he was going to side with Mariah COMPLETELY, it changes all the time. OH MY GOD, THE STRUGGLE. Theo Rossi in the Yahoo interview he says “Shades is conniving but in a way of not being conniving so does he really have some care for Mariah?” And that’s why it’s interesting. The first time he goes to the brownstone and tells her that she’ll be surprised by what she’s capable of, I think it was in part a manipulation tactic, but also a way to gauge her interest and find out if she remembered him (see post) Can’t he be thirsty for power AND for Mariah? I think he was trying to figure out if she’d be up to the task. I don’t think until we get the scene with the crime bosses, where Mariah unflinchingly describes this genius plan to sell guns to the cops that Shades realizes that he’s found the right person, with the shared vision and charisma who deserves his allegiance. I think at this point, he decides he can focus solely on partnering with her.  

Also, their dynamic– I believe with all my heart, when Mariah tried to strike him for speaking out of turn with her, and he blocks the blow that he would have been more than happy to let her hit him IF she was doing it from a position of power and not as a reaction to having her pride wounded. I don’t know enough about D/S relationships to comment on this but I will say that nothing turns him on more than when Mariah is being a little rude or shows him who’s the boss, like that kiss. When SHE BITES HIS LIP and walks away, well… Shades.. get ready to crawl. It’s over. Theo says that in that moment, and in character when the kiss happened Shades is thinking, “He got her, and this is going to be fun.” That’s such a puzzle too. “Got” her like you manipulated her OR you finally won the woman of your dreams? I kinda think he doesn’t really know either and I think it will be fun to explore this relationship further in season 2. We are all having so much fun (and torturing ourselves) debating this!

That being said, I think I’d be happy if they never directly acknowledged anything too?  I would love for them to continue subtly hinting at their intimate relationship. Mariah coming down the stairs followed by Shades who’s shirt is completely buttoned except for the top 3 buttons as he fixes his collar. Mariah getting ready to hold a meeting in her living room and finding Shades’ Ferragamo belt in the cushions, and casually handing it to Alex, like “Can you please return this to Hernan?” And trust me, Mariah is the only one who can use his given name. When Priscilla or Misty use it, it’s like an insult. But I think Mariah says it (*cough* during sex) it’s like a way to be close to him. Also, she’s gotta have something to scream in the throws of passion, and I just don’t think “Shades” will do it, lol.  Anyway, it doesn’t even have to be about sex. I still can’t get over how he opens push-only doors for her! The intimacy is in the details.

Sartorial Choices

Finally, I want to talk about Shades’ clothes. He’s come a long way from not having school clothes.  He obviously spends a lot of money on them. “We’re first class all the way” has got to be one of my favorite things he ever says, and his dropping a wad of cash into Zip’s hands for a new wardrobe was fucking baller.  Stephanie Maslansky mentions that Shades wears Helmut Lang, Prada, Hugo Boss, and Ferragamo. But he only wears black. Shades is the kind of person who values quality and good tailoring and he’s all about making a subdued statement. All black is a chic uniform. He’s announcing to the world he’s the Karl Lagerfield of Crime™ !

The ray ban sunglasses are another classic choice. My theory behind the sunglasses has to do with power, empathy, emotions conveyed through the eyes. I imagine Mama Mabel employing Shades and Cornell to do a lot of dirty work as young boys. Did these people deserve to suffer? Did they deserve to die? These questions are irrelevant as long as the victims don’t look him in the eyes. The glasses are cool, and intimidating, but also an attempt to remove himself emotionally from the kill. The times he takes them off, as many people have mentioned, is a sign of respect- with Mariah, with Diamondback.

Concerning Manwë...

Never have I posted any fandom Silmarillion thoughts, mainly because I prefer to discuss them with friends instead ((actually what I should be doing is writing long overdue answers to said friends but I am a horrible person who won´t be able to do anything remotely productive until I get certain things out of my chest))

I´m pretty sure some melkorslegacy´s post inserted itselft so deep in my skull, my dear, lovable brain didn´t stop mulling over it until I´m indeed posting it. (And certainly lastest givenclarity´s Melkor/Manwë pic did NOT helped!) ((not tagging anyone even if metioned ´cause I don´t wanna force anyone into reading this just to know why they were mentioned -_- ))

So, here it comes:

“Manwë is scary as fuck

Now now, that was just the conclusion (albeit expressed in a more comical way, because as always today I was in a very comical mood apparently). 

Please I beg you, let me elaborate a little.

*warning: I may be even get a little philosophical ((yeah, it´s happening))  o__o

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Klaine Advent Drabble - “Emotional Advice - $2″ (Rated PG)

Waiting for his Saturday connection with a lot on his head, Blaine gets some advice from a sage young man on the subway platform. (1749 words)

Written using the Advent Drabble prompts audience, early, guess, hello, kiss, laugh, music, opportunity, part, quirk, and sign. Assumes that Kurt and Blaine were best friends in high school, but never dated, Based on this post.

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“You look like a man with a lot on his mind.”

Blaine, waiting for his Midtown connection, looks left and right. It’s a Saturday morning. There’s not too many people on this particular platform, not even the usual gaggle of musicians playing for change, so the absence of a person to put the voice to confuses him.

“Hello?” Blaine calls out.

“Over here,” the voice says.

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