i really like this omfg

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make me choose: cute or sexy zelo for anon!

        *✧・゚ the boy with starlight in his eyes  *✧・゚

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Peter Cushing + That sexy neck thing he always does after getting choked out

anonymous asked:

That jimon superhero idea is really cute do you think you could do like headcanons of when simon ask jace to teach him self defense and jaces teaches him/they spend time together

hi!! sorry this is almost 24hours later. D: this verse - which is essentially about jace being a superhero and simon being catnip for evil and therefore jace’s frequent rescuee - may or may not go anywhere because i have 0 execution skills but if it ever does, these are some of the events that i’d want to happen as simon falls in love with jace / angel:

  • the very next day, simon runs into jace at their building lobby putting up flyers for a self defence class he teaches for free every tuesday and thursday. what a strange and serendipitous turn of events!! but, “oh man,” says simon, crestfallen, “my work schedule’s kind of all over the place though, i don’t think i can make it?” and jace’s gaze lingers on the bruise on simon’s jaw, the discolouration suggesting it was from the night before, and he says, “anytime you have an hour, just pop by to see if i’m home - looks like you needed to learn how to make a quick getaway years ago,” and simon is bewildered by the generosity of this offer but (obviously) he accepts 
  • jace is a brutal instructor and doesn’t cut simon any slack each time he takes simon down. “again,” he demands, “get up.” at first simon’s embarrassed by how easily jace kicks his ass, flustered by how jace is even more attractive when he’s covered in sweat and pinning simon down, face so close that simon can clearly see the darker roots of his eyelashes and follow the curve of the individual lashes to their delicate golden tip. but as their sessions keep going, simon stops seeing jace as someone he wants to make out with and instead as a threat he needs to take down. it shakes simon to realize what an easy target he is, how he might be dead if angel hadn’t saved him all those times and the reality is that if someone devastatingly sexy was trying to murder him - well, he can’t just let them because he’s too distracted by their beautiful eyes

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I was at comic con today and I met John Barrowman and cosplayed (?) Rose Tyler and it was great tbh (ignore of my face on the picture with John lol)(I was so excited = I smiled like an idiot)

omfg y’all. It seriously just now occurred to me… that the running joke in Daesung’s Dome Tour earlier this year was “Show me something!” So now he’s gone and done it and named his next tour the D Show. The D Show.

What’s he gonna show us? His D? We gonna see One Night D-LITE come out to play?

Why. Why is he like thisssss

Aesthetic Things (Kingsglaive)

I’m serious I really want to write more for these guys lmao. Please forgive this lame attempt at being deep. All of these don’t even make sense rip.

Nyx.
Aftershave. Wiping the steam off a mirror. Lazing in bed. Light flitting through narrow blinds on an early morning. Words going in, one ear and out the other. Calm wolves basking in the sun. Zipped up jackets. Late nights with bright lights. Cologne that’s a little too strong.

Libertus.
Sweaters. Hugs. Reuniting with lost friends. Long walks under the night sky. Faint music in the background. Ice cream on a hot day. Mittens on a cold day. Laughing at past mistakes as if they were nothing. The scent of coffee. Laying on soft cushions.

Crowe.
Combat boots. Cigarette smoke. Looking through photo albums of long past times. Drives to the beach. Secret handshakes. Winged eyeliner and dark nail polish. Guitar solos in your room. Absentmindedly drawing stars on your hand. Laughing at fortune cookies with friends.

Pelna.
Curiosity. Late nights at work. Early starts in the morning. Typing really fast but erasing half your words. Faded letters on your keyboard. Stretching in bed after a hard day. The buzzing off an overheated computer. Spinning in your chair when you’ve got nothing to do.