i think he's cute okay

I used to be repulsed when I saw couples being all cute and shit. I guess it was from my icy cold black heart. But, I am finally starting to get it. If you find someone who reciprocates these feelings and doesn’t make you feel bad for liking them, it feels good. I have all these new emotions and feelings I never experienced before because in the past I was so afraid of being vulnerable. I was so afraid of embracing my feelings and expressing myself emotionally. This new way of approaching dating with an open heart has been working out well. Of course, I still have my self-doubts and that things are always too good to be true, but I will just let time pass to see what happens.

I’m probably going to flood my tumblr with all these cutesy shit thoughts. So, if you aren’t down for that, you may wanna unfollow me now. I know, I am repulsed by me too…but also it’s okay because I think he’s cute and I guess I can be cute too. 

Can we talk about the fact that there were already hints in ep1 for what happened to Makkachin in this episode?

I mean, this scene where Yuko shows the magazine to Yuri…

if you look closely at the interview…

Interviewer: Makkachin is quite a large dog, isn’t he?

Victor: He’s a standard poodle and I have him for 3 years now. He sleeps a lot, so that’s maybe why he became so large. Another reason (for his size) might be that he often steals and eats food. He’s really good at doing that without being noticed by me.

And apparently Makkachin’s bad habit hasn’t changed after 12 years…

Makkachin, you naughty boy!


Here comes dat Spoi!!!!

o merde waddup

anonymous asked:

hello love, I love your writings and i just thought of something really cute and wanted to see if you could write it for me in an imagine or fluff. anyways could you do one about how the boys notice how harry acts differently when you are around like he acts all cuddly and polite and they tease him about it in which he blushes // i just think it would be super cute thanks! 💛

Okay, first of all, how dare you send me such a cute idea. It’s not like I haven’t thought about this day and night since it popped into my ask box or anything. Second of all, I am sorry how long it’s taken me to get to this; my writers block fucked me and left me for immobile, but I am trying my hardest!

As for everyone else who has sent me requests that I haven’t gotten to yet, never fear! I have them all, but with working full time and getting out of work late, I do most of my writing either late at night when my brain is shutting down, or my two days off during the week when I literally want to do nothing but lay in bed and wallow in my misery.

When you guys first start talking, and he hasn’t introduced you to his friends yet, it doesn’t go by them when they notice him on his phone a little more so than usual. They’re probably already used to it with work calls, emails, and the like, but due to the size of the grin plastered on his face, it doesn’t go by them to figure out something is up.

“Who ya textin’, mate?”

“What’s more important than us?”

“Pay attention ya dickhead.”

And they’ll probably try and steal his phone many times throughout the night to send things like “penis” or “cock rocket” or “pussy train”. (After which he would apologize to you.)

After he, finally, tells his friends, “Yeah, I met someone,” and he does bring you around, all of the above only gets worse.

“Mate, quit textin’ ya bird.”

“The game, mate—put ya phone down.”

“Better not be snogging back there!”

You’ll be sat beside him on his sofa, legs draped over his, as everyone is engaged in their own conversations, sipping bear, something random on the telly in the background. But to you and Harry, there might have well been no one else in the room with you. He’s catching you up on his upcoming plans for the week, you tell him about your day, and it doesn’t go unnoticed to his friends the way his arm is swung around your torso, how his free hand lays precariously on your knee, how you’re slowly leaning more and more against him after you’ve discarded your couple beers for the night, how he rubs small circles on his back, and how he—quite literally—can’t take his eyes off of you.

“How about you two get a room.”

It’s a joking remark, after all, the most PDA the two of you have shown is a kiss on the cheek from you when you were left alone in the kitchen grabbing drinks, and his arm slung around your waist just now.

Harry turns to the commentator with a roll of his eye, also jokingly, and says, “Well, we already are, aren’t we?”

“Like her more than us now. We see how it is.”

He wants to make a remark like, “She has a nicer face to look at—amongst other things,” but he’d leave that last bit out, for the sake of his manhood he’d like to leave unharmed for the remainder of the night. But he isn’t wrong, is he? He thinks you’re quite possibly the epitome of beautiful, because his heart isn’t just racing for nothing, is it?”

“She’s nicer to look at,” he replies instead, and ooh’s are heard around the room from the other lads.

“Looking a little red in the face, Styles. You feeling alright?”

He rolls his eyes at that, which only makes his cheeks burn a little brighter, which he then hides in the crook of your neck.

By the end of the night, and the last remaining guests do leave, he about forces you to spend the night with because, “It’s not safe out there this time of night, love. Best safe here with me.” And not before he kisses the inside of your neck and mutters, “I need a cuddle to get to sleep.”

And right as he switches off the bedside light, he phone lights up with a text from one of your earlier quests that reads, “Good to see you happy again, mate. She’s a good girl.” And he can’t help but agree.


jihope; the cutest couple that embarrasses each other

shinmeganetenseiapocalypse  asked:

If not corrin, who would you put kaze with?

-slowly sips orange juice out of a wine glass-

I’m really tsundere about other Kaze ships. But I won’t and can’t deny Kaze/Azura is pure and good. And, IF ANYONE, I’d prolly put them 2gether (although if I do that I gotta take into account I’m making him a widow at the end of the game and fam do I want to do that??)

I didn’t have this much of a problem in FEA with Frederick, who was my main man there. Because Frederick had a TON of good supports with other people and a few OTPs that I liked just as much or even more than MU/Fred (like Nowi/Fred, Sumia/Fred ect)

With Kaze I don’t really have that? I mean I think he’s good with a lot of other characters, like I feel like he could have a good relationship with them, like with Elise, or Sakura or Felicia or Camilla. Even Rinkah. I actually really like him with Rinkah lol (Kaze also says some of the sweetest stuff ever in that S rank)

but if you bring up Corrin it’s like???? nothing else matters lol

Every time I think I’m over Daesung he freakin pulls me back in. Let!! me!! live!! my!! life!!

You shifted on your bed, trying to find a comfortable position. You were half asleep and didn’t hear the door open briefly, letting a tall figure step in.

It was around mid-afternoon and the curtains were drawn for your nap, giving the room a dark shade of purple, the colour of the curtains. Birds were chirping outside and the wind blew noisily.

Maybe that’s why you didn’t hear the figure step closer -or should you say, the intruder- nearing your bed, but when a heavy mass sank over you you couldn’t possibly miss it.

This, and the light giggle the intruder let out when you startled and squeaked.

You were now fully awake as you tried to shift away from what had taken your breath away- what or who could possibly be this heavy??

But when your mind quickly processed the laugh and the scent that was now everywhere, you recognized your attacker and let out a complaint.

“Luuuuuke! Get off me you idiot!”

Of course.

Of all the people in this house, or just in general, who could think of doing something like this?

No one else but the giant man child of a friend who could not resist crushing you whenever he could.

He laughed again and nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. You could not help shivering slightly at his proximity as he replied.

“Nooooo. It’s comfy here”

You sighed the loudest you could and tried getting Luke off of you but considering your weight gap, this was not something you could achieve this easily. You gave up squiggling under him and laid still, on your stomach.

“Ugh, Luke”

He giggled and snuggled your neck even deeper. You could feel his breath on your skin and his eyelids flutter against your ear. The closeness made you feel rather awkward. You always had had a crush on him but never demonstrated it and very-close-and-friendly things like this always made you feel slightly uncomfortable, as much as you’d appreciate them.

And when he started talking, you couldn’t keep yourself from blushing at the sound of his voice right next to your ear. At least he couldn’t see your face from here.

“I’m just so..so comfy here. It’s all warm and cozy. I think I’m gonna stay here forever.”

After all, his weight was equally spread on your body and you didn’t feel that uncomfortable.

Actually, you could stay like this forever, too.

His fingers started slowly running up and down your sides and you sighed once more, this time of contentment. Your skin was tingling under his touch and you gasped as softly as you could when he slipped his hands under your shirt to keep on with the motion. Your body was burning with every light feather-like touch his fingers left on it.


His hands suddenly stopped their track.

“Do you mind it when I do this?”

His voice was like melted gold to your ears and you shivered slightly.

“No”, you quickly replied.

You then felt his hands move on your skin, this time a little less softly.

“Do you mind it when I do this?”

And with that he gently pressed his lips right under your ear.


“And this?”

He slowly trailed down the back of your neck leaving your skin tingling with kisses.

“No”, you breathed.

You still couldn’t move under him and he seemed to notice this because he got up his knees and helped you turn over so to face him. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Do you mind it when I do this?” he said, staring at you intently.

You barely could focus on his eyes, your gaze falling instantly to his lips but you managed to return his look and quietly let out:


The next thing you knew, his mouth was on yours. You breathed in and kissed him back eagerly, tasting with delectation his pink lips, something you’d wanted to do for ages.
They felt soft and warm and your hands automatically got to the back of his neck, running your fingers in his blonde locks. You pressed his face against yours and he kissed you harder. You felt the tip of his tongue on your bottom lip, asking for entrance, and you gladly parted your mouth to his. You could feel his tongue dance against yours, his hands on both sides of your face.

Fireworks were exploding in your stomach and you felt like fire was burning through your whole body. You wanted him, you wanted more of him, you wanted all of him.

Your cadence, however, slowed down a bit and soon your lips detached from each other while you both gasped for air.
Your breaths were loud and you stared into his blue eyes inches from yours, reading everything you’ve ever wanted to say, everything you’ve ever wanted to do, everything you’ve ever thought about him.

You lightly stroked his face with your fingers as you asked with a teasing smile:

“What was that, Lukey?”

He smirked.

“I don’t know, I think you have something to tell me.”

You bit your lip nervously.

“I like you”, you said quietly.

“What? I didn’t get that.” he said, putting his hand behind his ear like he didn’t actually hear what you just said.

He was smiling broadly, this idiot.

You rolled your eyes but you were sure he didn’t miss the blush flushing on your cheeks.

“I hate you”, you practically yelled.

He laughed and snuggled his nose in the crook of your neck.

“I like you a lot”, he said in a high pitched voice yet muffled in your hair, sending vibrations through your skin.

You giggled and played with his hair.

“Me too”

You felt his lips part into a smile against your skin and soon a smile made its way into your face too.
You stayed like this for a little while before a thought emerged in your mind among the mess of all the others.

All of sudden, you pushed him off of you. He startled and looked at you confusedly as you put the covers back over your body.

“Now let me sleep you dork”

You briefly saw him grin again before shutting your eyes closed.

Soon after you felt his arms wrap around your waist, spooning you and you fell asleep in his arms for the first time but definitely not for the last time.

Reasons to love SCM’s ‘Lovestruck Valentine’ Specials:

There’s this 

And this

Then this 

Andddddddddd this

And this 



Basically, blushy faces = ultimate reason. 


some bloopers in which Femke and I are huge dorks ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ