i'm just happy he's back

Jungkook; Boyfriend Material

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Cooking (with dem sleeves rolled up, like BOI)

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Playing with dogs. Alway super cute with anyone

Originally posted by roselstra

That lip bite tho, like can you let me live please?

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Personal cuddle buddy

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Bare face and absolutely gorgeous 

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Lifting them weights

Now everybody say it with me; Jeon Jungkook is boyfriend material.

*I do not own any of these gifs*

anonymous asked:

I was throwing shipping prompts at another author for fic ideas and I accidentally gave myself a ship (It's not really a ship, it's more like a dingy heading for a waterfall). Consider this: Shikamaru and Minato. After the 4th Shinobi War or with time travel involved, but still. Look at it.

:’D

So apparently I like this idea a lot oh my god. 


This is all massively troublesome, damn it, and Shikamaru only has himself to blame.

Somehow, it was a hell of a lot easier to disregard what flee on sight orders mean in the rush that came beforehand, in the uneasy alliance with a man who should have been dead several dozen times over by now. In seeing the lines in Sasuke’s face from too many sleepless nights, the way Sakura was activating her Strength of a Hundred Seal, the impossible determination in the slant of Naruto’s mouth and the fire in his eyes as he said this last attempt was too close, Shika. We’re going to send you somewhere you won’t be in danger. Just keep your head down and you’ll be fine.

Right. Head down. Fine. Which would have been a hell of a lot easier if he hadn’t landed smack dab in the middle of an alternate universe’s battlefield, practically on top of the Hokage.

Not his Hokage, because that would be too easy. And also not Hokage yet, so when Shikamaru had dragged himself off the ground and blurted, “Yondaime-sama!” in front of a squad of Iwa nin, it was close enough to spilling an S-rank secret that the Yondaime had immediately reacted.

The Iwa-nin are dead. Shikamaru got luckier. Slightly.

“Sorry,” Minato says almost bashfully, leaning over him to check the knots tying his hands. “Is that too tight? Can you feel your fingers?”

“I’d feel them better if you untied me,” Shikamaru complains, and wonders where the hell Sai landed. It’s the ANBU commander’s job to keep him safe, and he could really use some backup right now. And gods, if Shikamaru is counting on Sai to get him out of this mess, things have really gone south.

Minato smiles like it’s a joke, checks Shikamaru’s feet, and drops back into his seat across the small campfire. “We’ll be back in Konoha in a few days,” he says, like it’s any sort of consolation. “If you really don’t mean any harm, T & I will let you go in a day or two after that. You’ll be all right. All we want to know is how you got that information in the first place. Only the Sandaime, the Daimyo, and I are supposed to know.”

Being targeted to having information that other people want is becoming something of a pattern, Shikamaru thinks, faintly despairing. That’s what got him into this whole mess in the first place, and if he’d realized how troublesome it would be, he’d have left that damned scroll where he found it.

With a groan, he flops back to lie on the grass, staring balefully up at the stars, and it’s hardly comfortable with his hands tied behind him, but there aren’t really a lot of other options. He could definitely get out of the ropes if he tried, could probably get past Minato if he had the element of surprise on his side, but there’s no way he’d be able to escape the Yellow Flash without help. More help than Sai, at least. They’re both some of the best, but the Yellow Flash is better.

“I hate my life,” Shikamaru tells the stars.

There’s a quiet chuckle, and then Minato leans over him again, blue eyes warm in the shifting firelight. He dangles a ration bar over Shikamaru’s face, swinging it lightly, and says, “It might look better after a meal?”

Shikamaru sighs, but Minato has a point. He’s pretty useless right now, but if he can get the chance—

Well. For now being here is definitely safer than being in his Konoha, what with a band of very dedicated priests trying to kill him and retrieve the scroll that bonded itself to him.

…Shikamaru hates that that is a reasonable sentence that he can say and understand. It’s all Naruto’s fault somehow, he’s sure of it.

“Thanks,” he says, not quite grudgingly, and starts to pull himself up—

Long, callused fingers press a chunk of mealy protein against his lips, and Shikamaru is so startled his mouth opens automatically. Minato gives him a cheerful smile, settling next to him, and damn it, but Shikamaru’s always lowkey thought of him as gorgeous, but that was before he knew his hands smelled like honing oil and a trace of mint.

“Sorry,” Minato tells him sincerely. “I can’t risk untying you right now, but I can still feed you. No need to be rude about it, right?”

Shikamaru doesn’t quite swallow his tongue along with the ration bar, but it’s a near thing. And—maybe he’s spent too long around Choji, who takes food very seriously, but feeding another person is not what you do unless you mean it.

Oh no, Shikamaru thinks, staring at the man who killed twelve shinobi in the space of a few seconds, who had him tied up and pinned to the ground before he could even summon his shadows. Who’s sitting close now, their shoulders practically brushing.

Shikamaru isn’t exactly a stranger to sexual attraction—he’s been dealing with both Ino and Sai for years now, and their ongoing, insistent attempts to wrangle him into another threesome—but this…

This is goddamn troublesome, and Shikamaru objects wholeheartedly.

more universe swap ideas:

Sidney and Geno are dating, but one day they have an argument. Maybe it’s over a dumb penalty one of them took, and Sidney is chewing Geno out for it, and that led to Geno accusing Sidney caring more about hockey than their relationship. Sidney is mad enough to be in tears (how could Geno ever think that of him?) as he storms off to their bedroom and slams the door shut, and Geno is still pissed so he sleeps on the couch.

Then Geno wakes up in a universe where not only does he still play for the Pens, he’s the captain. But Sidney is nowhere to be seen. In fact, no one’s ever heard of Sidney Crosby. He begins to panic.

“You just fuck with me now,” Geno says to Flower. Tanger and some of the rookies give him a nervous look. “No, really, where Sid. Not funny anymore.”

“We don’t know who that is, G,” Phil says. “Really.”

He’s about to have a panic attack when the Pens PR suddenly come up and ask if he’s ready to go deliver the season tickets. Geno, in a daze, lets him kind of guide him wherever, and soon he’s on his way, with the team and the Pens admin, to a little suburban house. 

Geno does not want to deliver tickets, but he knocks and he’s ready to kind of shove the tickets at them and leave. Then the door opens and–

“Oh my God,” Sidney says. He’s in jeans and a Malkin jersey, but it’s Sid, his Sidney, not missing or dead and oh God, he’s right here. “You’re Evgeni Malkin. You actually came.”

“Sid,” Geno whispers. 

He’s about to pull Sidney in for a kiss when a little boy peeks out from behind Sidney’s leg. “Dad, that’s Geno,” the boy says in wonder.

Geno watches, stunned, as Sidney picks up the boy and kisses his cheek. “This is my son,” Sidney says, smiling broadly. “Come in, come in–”

And Geno is led into this bizarro world where he meets Sidney’s fucking husband, the rest of the kids, Taylor, and Sidney’s parents, and he has to pretend that he isn’t losing it watching his boyfriend live a suburban life. Apparently, in this universe, Sidney had not played hockey after Shattuck. He went to university in Pittsburgh, married his college sweetheart (the football captain, to be exact. He’s handsome and tall and friendly, and it’s clear that he adores Sidney. Geno hates him immediately), has three kids with him who all adore the Penguins, and teaches at the local elementary school. And it’s breaking his heart watching Sidney live this perfect life, and knowing that he has no part in it.

anyways i want those angsty movie scenes where Geno keeps asking Sidney out on not-dates. It’s getting late, and Geno’s driving Sidney back home after yet another dinner.

“Sid, wait,” Geno says, as Sidney’s unbuckling his seat belt. Sidney looks at him in question. “Don’t go yet.”

“I still have some papers to grade–”

Geno covers Sidney’s hand with his, in one bold, sudden move. “Please don’t go.”

Sidney looks stunned, then pained. “Geno,” Sidney says softly. “Geno, I think I know what this is.”

“Sid, please–”

“I have a family,” Sidney says. “You’ve been–you’re an incredible hockey player–and–and a wonderful friend, I mean–you’re Evgeni Malkin–”

“I love you,” Geno says.

Sidney bristles. “I’m going home, Geno,” he says coldly. “Good night–”

“Wait–”

“Let go–”

“I’m show–” Geno fumbles with his phone, which miraculously had all the photos from his world. Photos of his Sidney kissing his cheek, of them lazing around after workouts, Geno and Sidney’s happiest moments. 

He presses play on a random video, startling Sidney into freezing as in-video Sidney’s voice asks cheerily, “Geno, what should we do on your Cup day?” 

“You captain,” in-video Geno responds. “You decide.”

“But it’s your day,” in-video Sidney whines. “Really, we can do anything. I promise.”

“Okay. You be nice to me all day.”

“I’m always nice to you.”

“No nagging. More kisses.”

“I don’t nag!” in-video Sidney laughs, then kisses Geno’s nose. “I just want your day to be perfect.”

“Everyday perfect,” in-video Geno responds, stroking Sidney’s cheek, as the Sidney on the screen softens considerably. 

“How is this possible?” Sidney whispers, entranced by the video. “Wha–I don’t–”

“I told you,” Geno says tiredly. “I’m boyfriend in other world.”

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jiyong and his precious laugh (●´□`)♡

zayn possibly attending the bbmas and serving looks and possibly accepting an award that he deserves because he deadass is one of the best new artists and he d e a d a s s deserves every form of recognition there is???? hell yes

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“…That’s a little creepy, even by my standards.”
“Wha- hey! It’s not my fault you have really cute bunny teeth, okay?”
“…Bunny teeth.”
“Yeah, bunny teeth. Cute lil’ bunny teeth to go with your cute lil’ peanut ears and your cute lil’-”
“I
get it, Stiles, shut up.”
“…
Make me.”

[CUE MAKE-OUT SESSION]

also here have a song just for you:

Amy nooo, Amy noooo
Your love for teeth has grown once moooore
All the teeeeth, white as snooooow
At least Hoechlin’s, that’s for suuuuure
I can’t taaaaaake your cuteness aaaanymoooore
But let the love rage oooon
The teeth never bothered me anywaaaay hAH!

[dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun] etc

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMY!!! i said i’d draw you teeth despite my inability and reluctance to draw them sO HERE YOU GO!!! I hope you have a lovely day, bby.

Sorry not sorry if I spam a lot of Gendry posts on my blog, but it’s been four freaking years since I’ve seen my beautiful bastard boy and all the feelings are coming back

damn city folk

I love how P. Chris just came back and him and Eva are already in good terms. Like wtf YouSana, TAKE NOTES. COMMUNICATE ffs. 

Also, I’m loving the fact that when P. Chris had difficulty in carrying Eskild - he literally shouted Eva’s name. boiiii i miss you and your ability to make my woman happy. :) 

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6.22 | Reasons I love Sam: [ 12/∞ ]:
↳ He took back lifetimes of damaging Cage memories so he could be with Dean.

Okay but uhh I’m actually super proud of my human Shadow design

toxic Morty was very good at making those pots in that goo world, like seriously talented he moulded them all with his hands