i'm sorry for what i did to his face

plisetsky answered:

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky


In which Yuri finds out that Otabek has a tumblr. 

AO3 link

We recently found out that Otabek is “well versed in all kinds of social media” and I am SHOOK. Somewhat inspired by the ask that altisetsky replied to, here’s the fic that no one asked for, but you’re all getting anyway.

cc: @otayuriwriterscollective

He doesn’t mean to pry.

Really, he doesn’t. But Otabek’s left his laptop open on the kitchen counter and it’s unlocked. Otabek is in the shower, so Yuri won’t be disturbed. It’s not like he’s going to go through his personal files or anything, but that’s unmistakably a tumblr dashboard, and Yuri is intrigued. The thought of Otabek having a tumblr is almost of ludicrous as Otabek DJing in his spare time, and – well. Now everyone and their mother has Otabek’s tracks downloaded on their Spotify or iTunes.

So he crosses the room and investigates.

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Bilingual Klance be like
  • (Lance and Hunk sitting down in the lounge room)
  • Lance: OK, but Hunk- mi amigo-
  • Hunk: Yes?
  • Lance: I just don't understand it! How can Keith be so-
  • Hunk: Lance!
  • Hunk (points to Keith walking into the room):
  • Keith:
  • Lance: Dios mío
  • *Oh my God*
  • Keith: Lance:¡Hunk, sólo míralo!... ¡Mira!¡Él es absolutamente hermoso! ¿Cómo puede ser tan caliente? Dios mío...
  • *Hunk, just look at him! Look! He is absolutely beautiful! How can someone be so hot? My God...*
  • Lance(puts face in his hands): Lo quiero tanto...
  • *I want him so much*
  • Hunk (didn't understand a single word, but got the jest and pats Lance's back): Y-yeah... sure thing buddy
  • Keith:
  • Keith (walks up behind Lance and kisses his neck): Te quiero, tambien... embeleso.
  • *I want you too... sweetheart.*
  • Keith (walking away): Hasta luego, mi amor.
  • *See you later, my love*
  • Lance (blushes furiously):
  • Hunk: What did he say?
  • Lance: N-nada... I mean...
  • Lance (immediately leaves the room): NoThINg!!
  • -I'm sorry if my Español is a little rusty lol... I only learned it through the school system for five years... if I said anything incorrectly please let me know-

fluffy Leopika for @kurapicha , happy birthday sweetie! ❤️

random-fireworks  asked:

Hi! About the song Jensen played at the end of the second J2 panel that made Jared so emotional, some people say on the youtube comments that it could be the intro to Sweet Home Alabama. I'm not sure, I don't recognize it but it's maybe a version I don't know. What do you think?

Anon:  Hi. I think Jensen was playing intro to sweet home Alabama to Jared…

In response to this ask. Sorry, for taking more time then necessary to answer. Ok, so I think you are right. Just listen to Jensen and an original acoustic version.  Sure seems pretty similar to me.

I wonder if Jared saw Jensen “Sweet Home Alabama” performance from Jib6 in 2015. In my headcanon he did see it, and I don’t know if it was important to them earlier or it became after that, but Jared’s face when he realizes what Jensen’s playing it, is well, take a look yourself:

[Can I just take a second to appreciate the way Jared looks right here. *ARMS* *SINGLE LAYER* *HAIR IN HIS FACE* *TOO MUCH SEXY CUTENESS*]

Cute little smile, biting his lower lip, dimples on display (am I seeing things or did his dimples actually deepened there at one point), his whole demeanor right then was so shy. *sigh* 

 And then look at Jensen:

Look at this fucker. He’s so pleased with himself (he should be, tbh), and that little satisfied smile right at the end. Yeah, make no mistake, that song must be important to them. 

THANK YOU ANON AND @random-fireworks for your answers so much!

I liked this song just fine, and then JIB6 happened and it gave me a new meaning and I’m sure you have some songs with the great meaning to you, so you know how it is. I’ll listen to it now even more fondly then after JIB6. 

You know, I think Jensen likes Lynyrd Skynyrd (”well, DUH”, said the voices in my head), he sang “Sweet Home Alabama” to Jared when Jared wasn’t there, and he played it now, and he sang “Simple Man” to Jared at the concert at Orion yesterday (c’mon, his eyes were on Jared every couple seconds, of course he sang it to him). 

Tbh, Jensen serenading Jared is one of my favorites. 😍 😍 😍 😍 😍 😍

hi, if you’re having a good day remember that once the team found neil after baltimore and he came back to palmetto, he literally sat down with all of them and told them that he was planning on leaving by the end of the season, planning on telling the fbi everything, like…. not even 48 hours after being kidnapped, tortured and almost killed, he sat down and told them that he had accepted that he’d die in a few months, that he started to spend more time and put some effort into his relationships with the team because he knew he didn’t had much time left. that he wanted to keep playing with them, that he wanted them to win and then die a fox once his time was over. they literally had to sit and hear it all coming from neil after everything that happened that night. andrew was right by his fucking side and had to hear that he planned on dying all along right after realizing that he could never recover from it if that ever happened. they had spent the other night thinking what if, what if, imagining everything that could have happened to neil and then seeing on his face and arms everything that did happened ONLY to have to do it all over again, but knowing the entire truth about him now, with the knowledge that the past few months were a goodbye and the feeling of what’s like to lose neil fresh in their memory.

Breaking Down

Request: I love your stories so much! If it is no trouble I was wondering if you could write a newtxreader where the reader feels like she has been a burden to Newt and it gets to the point when she leaves when he isn’t noticing? And then he comes to find her? Really angsty please? Thanks! 

Word Count: 2,106

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in

The pot clatters to the ground, breaking open and sending black dirt rolling across the floor. Newt cranes his head around from where he’s working. He watches the shrivelfig bounce across the ground and ricochet off his boot.

Wiping his hands on a towel, he leans down and lifts it. “Efficient.”

You return his grin with your own half-hearted smile as you turn to grab a broom.

Newt notices your insincerity. “You okay, love?”

Your back to Newt, you nod. “Fine.”

He focuses back on the potion in front of him. “You sure?”

“Positive,” you murmur. Guilt tugs at you. You don’t like lying to Newt, but this isn’t his problem.

You go to sweep up the spilled dirt, but before you can even touch a grain of it with the broom, it starts spinning around. The pieces of the pot reassemble themselves, and the dirt shoots back into the mended pot. Newt doesn’t need to look at you for you to know he’s smiling.

“No need for the broom, love, I’ve got it.”

You stare at the clean ground, unmoving. Of course you’d mess up and break something Newt needed. Of course he’d need to clean up after you.

“Everything okay?” The nonchalant question comes from over his shoulder as he stirs the mixture.

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Ong Seongwoo College!AU Scenario

-basically it’s really hard for you to open up to new people
-you usually sit in the front of the class so you can take notes better
-but Seongwoo sits on the back with his friends
-you two meet in the student activity unit
-your friend introduces you two
-“Hello, I’m Seongwoo”
-and you think you have seen him a few times in the class “I’m (y/n), uh.. arent you from art major ?”
-“yes, how did you know ?”
-“I think we go to the same class”
-he’d be a little bit surprised
-and your friends starts making fun of him “woah what a rude person you dont even remember her”
-“i’m sorry I only hang with cool kids” just ong being himself already
-you only laughed because you know he was joking, but later on you start thinking “am I really not cool ?”
-and even after that you never really talks to him in the class
-but he does sometimes would come to your seat and peek at your assignment
-“wow more A+”
-you smiled
-“no wonder you have no social life”
-you’d think how dare this guy but you can’t really deny it either so you dont say anything, but your face does.
-and he laughs at your response

-and then one day he’s just openly flirting with you in front of everyone
-he sits in front of you and ask “do you want to watch a movie together ?”
-you gave him puzzled look “with whom ?”
-“of course with me”
-you’re more puzzled now “uh, and the guys ?”
-“no, only me, it’s a date”
-once again he made you speechless
-but you’re very still doubtful “..wouldn’t it better if we watch it together with the others?”
-you try to be as polite as possible because you’re the type to take things very slowly
-he’d asks you to go on a date a few more times
-but you keep insisting the more the merrier
-he finally gives in, “okay then lets ask our friends to watch it too”
-“…well, i dont actually have that much friends”
-“*cough* i’ll ask the guys”

-you enjoy hanging with them eventho you’re very shy
-and you overheard their convo when you went to the toilet
-“so should we leave you two alone now ?” Jisung mischieviously asks
-“oh no, lets not do that”
-the boys would try to persuade him too
-“lets respect her choice for inviting you guys too”
-they will burst in laugh and start making fun of him
-“look at this lover boy, he’s really head over heels for her”
-and from then you starts growing affection on him too

-when he asks you for a date again you finally agrees
-he would be kinda different without his friends
-takes care of you and keeps you on the safe side
-actually his hand has been very itching to hold your hand
-but he knows you take things very slowly
-he’d take you home because its ‘late’
-when it’s actually only 5pm
-you thank him for the date
-and he wish you’d invite him in
-but you wave and get inside
-“be patient Seongwoo, be patient” he wishpered to himself

-after a few dates, you two are just casually talking
-but he spaces out a lot of times
-“..and the lecturer told me… uh, Seongwoo is something wrong?”
-he has been staring at your lips the whole time
-his face slowly gets closer as he caresses your cheek
-you closed your eyes because you don’t know what to do
-he kissed your cheek
-you’d slowly open your eyes “..Thankyou”
-“did you thank me because I kissed you, or because i didn’t kiss your lips ?”
-“i guess both?”
-“you’re lucky I’m very patient” he sighs

James Sirius Potter

*James Sirius is born, Harry names the kid. So far so good.*

Sirius: Poor Minnie is going to faint when she hears that name.

Lily: I have no idea what he was thinking naming him after the two of you.

Remus: He doesn’t think generally, goes with his instincts.

Lily: Oh, let’s think where he got that from.

Sirius: *smirking* Could be anyone of us really.

Lily: James is uncharacteristically quiet.

*they all turn around James is watching his grandson very intently*

Remus: *puts a hand on James’ shoulder* Prongs? You alright mate?

James: *his voice breaks a little* I’m alright.

Lily: Oh baby *gives James a kiss*

Sirius: Oh, is ickle Jamie emotional?

James: Fuck off Padfoot, you’re just mad because he will use James.

Sirius: What? Of course he will use Sirius. Mummy dearest didn’t name me after the brightest star so it can be used as a fucking middle name.

Remus: No, she named you Sirius because she somehow knew you would be an attention seeking little prat.

Lily: Merlin’s beard! LANGUAGE!

James: Like you never curse Evans. 

Lily: Do you mean when you annoy the shit out of me, Potter? *Remus and Sirius are both stifling their laughters* Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll be watching my son and my grandson.

*Lily walks away from them*

Remus: It’s been almost 50 years, how can you still get on her nerves?

James: It’s a talent, Moony.

Remus: I know, I thought only Sirius possessed this particular talent.

Sirius: Do I get on your nerves Moony? *raising an eyebrow* Would you like me to get on something else?

Remus: *face palm* He’s bloody relentless.

James: I did not have to hear that, I think I will go get Tonks. 

Sirius: *grinning* She enjoys it when I do jokes like that, what she doesn’t get is that I’m serious.

James: I’m pretty sure she gets that you’re Sirius.

*Sirius rolls his eyes*

Remus: When will you stop doing that?

James: When hell freezes over. 

You can read Albus Severus Potter here.

awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce  asked:

Congrats on the milestone!!! :D *gives cake and balloons and streamers for party time* how about Harry and Draco after Harry casts Sectumsempra and Draco's bleeding out and Harry is kneeling beside him sobbing and saying 'no' and 'I'm sorry' and 'I didn't mean to. I didn't know' over and over again?

“No —” gasped Harry. 

Slipping and staggering, Harry got to his feet and plunged toward Malfoy, whose face was now shining scarlet, his white hands scrabbling at his blood-soaked chest. 

“No — I didn’t —” 

Harry did not know what he was saying.

anonymous asked:

Hello I'm sorry for the random message but I was wondering what u thought of the fact that Todoroki said that his mom "quite easily forgave him" during the Hero Killer arc? I was very confused by it since to me, his mom should be the one to apologize. I know she had her circumstances and isn't 100% to blame but she poured BOILING hot water on his face. That's NOT okay no matter the context, ever. What did Todoroki have to apologize for? For not visiting sooner?? That is very understandable??

Took me a day to think this through and then another day to put my thought together and type this down XD. Sorry for the lateness.

To answer your question, Shouto was apologizing for his left side, and in a larger sense, apologizing for Endeavor.

Let’s head back to Shouto’s childhood for starter.

Shouto’s mom was beaten, once shown in the manga and who knows how many more times that happened throughout her time in Todoroki’s household.

And who beat her? 

Endeavor. Red haired blue eyed bastard that can take a hike to Antartica.

You don’t suffer from six or seven years (I refer to this meta by @sirin-bird for the estimation) of domestic abuse without remembering the features of your tormentor and learning to fear them.

Red hair and blue eyes.

Fast forward to the day she poured hot water onto Shouto’s face.

She was at the end of her ropes. She couldn’t see her own child without remembering her tormentor. 

And then little Shouto peeked through the door, with his left side, red hair blue eye, and the rope that had been tethering her to the shore just snapped.

Going to Sport Festival.

There is the left side again.

It’s not only just the connection to the man he hates the most, but it also signifies the reason why mom was taken away.

All because of his left side, the side that looks like Endeavor.

So, Shouto apologizes to his mother for his left side.

I suppose his apology is along the lines of ‘I apologize for my left side’ or something to the same effect. He is not apologizing for Endeavor, no, But look at it with too much scrunity, you can start to see that he is indirectly apologizing for Endeavor. 

Thank you so much for the ask  ( ̄▽+ ̄*)

not like that

A/N Finally! I’ve finally gotten something written and posted. Not a request, but I hope you guys enjoy it! (: I’m sorry in advance.

Summary: You accidentally confess to Peter.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

“I love you.”

It hung in the air between the two of you, as everything around you seemed to quiet to complete silence. You were looking wide-eyed into Peter’s surprised expression. Your fingers itched to cover your mouth, pretend you hadn’t just blurted that out while Peter sat at your desk, doing his homework.

“Uh, I l-love you, too,” Peter said nervously, chuckling awkwardly. His hand tapped his pencil against the desk and his leg was shaking.

You decided to own up to it and sat up on your bed, facing him completely, You knew your face was red, but you didn’t care.

“No, I mean,” you huffed, running a hand through your hair while your heart pounded quickly in your chest. “I mean that I’m in love with you.”

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things you said when we were on top of the world 💬 w/ namjoon (+ vampire!you)

Namjoon still has his eyes closed, face buried in your neck with his breath still held in his lungs as he clutches onto you. A million of thoughts race through his mind, all regret, some including how he shouldn’t have agreed to this but he’s weak the moment he sees you and says yes immediately before thinking. Regretting it later, it’s far too late when he’s… he’s…

“Joon, we can head down if you’re really scared,”

“…give me five minutes,” He mumbles to your skin, squeezing your waist as he refuses to move. His feet are glued to the surface of the tiles that reflect the moon while his arms are strapped to your waist like they were made to be there and really, it does seem like it. With a scoff, you rest your head against the side of his, an arm around his waist while the other plays with his hair. Idly letting the strands through your fingers, down to the nape of his neck where your hand rests there.

When he’s come to, he inhales through his nose and you can feel it before it actually happens. The confidence courses through his veins, courage forming from within before he lifts his head up. His body leans back a little, aligning his line of sight with yours and you’re smiling at his still closed eyes.

“Open your eyes too,”

“I’m getting to it,” He huffs, pinching your hip with a frown you’re mirroring with the opposite. His grip on you remains tightly by your sides. One more deep breath and with an exhale, his eyelids peel open. The first thing he sees isn’t the skyscraper view from the one he’s on, ignoring the real life bokeh effect of the lights twinkling and how close he is to the stars he falls asleep staring at picturing they’re in your eyes, unable to focus on anything but - “Y/N…”

“Are you okay? Your blood pressure’s dropping-”

“Y/N,” He calls for you once more, this time, his fingers loosening and you’re holding onto him tight with widening eyes.


“You’re really pretty,”

“Jeez,” Your eyes roll to a blink, holding them shut for a moment before opening them to scoff at him. “I thought you were going to faint or something,”

“Maybe in a few minutes. But for now, while I’m still conscious, you’re… pretty,”

“…thanks, Joon,”

“Now one more thing,”

“I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me you’re going to faint now, are you?”

“…you’re right,”

“What’re you - Namjoon!”

((”we weren’t even up there for ten minutes and you passed out,”

“oh blame me for being human. you know, who isn’t able to reach that kind of height without a helicopter?”

“do you still want to go up or not?”

“…one more time, please.”))


Michael always loved Jeremy’s hands.

One day they decided to get some yogurt late at night- one of their favorite things to do. It was 9:32pm when they arrived. Michael got his chocolate based yogurt and toppings, while Jeremy got the tart flavored ones.

It was Michaels turn to pay for Jeremy’s- part of him has always hoped that one day these late night hang outs would turn into a late night date.

Anyway, they eat in the car and listen to music. They’re both silent for a while, the occasional singing along to a few bars here and there. But for the most part, silent. Michael looks at Jeremy’s figure, the soft blue light hitting his cheek bones just right. His neck, his shoulders, and most importantly the hands holding his bowl.

He could see the tendons in his hands move as he drummed them along the plastic wear to the beat of the music. Michael could feel his face burning, he wants to lean over and kiss his hand.

So he does. Michael leans over, holding out his hand for Jeremy to take. Jeremy didn’t think twice about it, so he did. Michael lifted it up and pressed his lips onto Jeremy’s hand into a soft kiss. Without thinking, he trailed his lips across Jeremy’s skin, feeling every rough and smooth part of his hand and arm. Jeremy’s face was flushed red, he knew about Michael’s fascination with hands- they’re best friends why wouldn’t he have known?- but he never thought he’d be at the receiving end of that interest.

Jeremy sets down his yogurt and huff out a small sigh. Michael quickly realizes what he did and pulls his lips and hands away from Jeremy.

“Oh I uh um, god so like I didn’t think that- shit,,,” He rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry.”

Jeremy smiles and laughs quietly,“Michael, I think you missed my mouth.”

Michael feels his face burn even worse.

anonymous asked:

“Put me down!” For the writing prompt. Tomarry. ^-^ Preferably for 1940s!Tom and Slytherin!Harry. I love you. You are awesome.

“Put me down!” Harry yelled, his voice lost amongst the drunken chatter and laughter currently filling the Slytherin common room.

Of course it was Lestrange who had attacked him as soon as Tom’s back was turned. Harry could see him from across the room, a rare smile gracing his face as he spoke to another inebriated student. The glimpse was gone, however, as Lestrange hauled his body up the stairs to their empty dorm, in the full confidence that no-one would notice their disappearance.

Of course it was Lestrange.

The Lestranges seemed to have an unhealthy obsession with Tom Riddle, though Harry couldn’t tell whether he preferred the Bellatrix of his own time or the Lestrange of this one. Naturally, because Harry couldn’t ever keep himself away from Voldemort for some stupid self-destructive reason, he’d gotten himself caught in Tom’s orbit, and Tom… well, his attentions on Harry had been enough to put Harry at the top of Lestrange’s hate list.

And those attentions were certainly reciprocated. The whole thing was more platonic than Harry would have preferred, but he kept these thoughts to himself lest he ruin his already intimate relationship with Tom.

Harry suffered a hard landing on the floor when Lestrange shrugged him off. Perhaps it was a mercy that Lestrange had taken them to the dorm, as this is where Harry left his wand, but Lestrange wasn’t stupid, despite what Tom liked to say. A second later, Lestrange’s wand was pointed between Harry’s eyes.

“Have you had anything to drink?” was the first thing out of Lestrange’s mouth, which startled a laugh out of Harry.

“Sorry, what?”

“Just answer the question, Potter,” Lestrange hissed, jabbing his wand at Harry and skewing his glasses.

“Yeah, I’ve probably had one or two. Why does it matter?” Harry spoke as defiantly as he dared. “Just what do you think you can do to me?”

Lestrange lowered his wand, but it was not in defeat. “I can’t hurt you. But Riddle isn’t here to protect you, Potter, and there’s something I want to know…” Lestrange motioned with his wand and Harry’s glasses whizzed into Lestrange’s waiting hand. When he next spoke, it was low and crazed and pining all at once. “… What is it about you that makes him want you more than me?”

Harry hesitated. “Well, I could give you some notes-”

Lestrange sneered, and any pity Harry might have felt for him dissipated. “Shut up, Potter. Try to sit still, and it will be over quickly.”

A spike of alarm went through him at that. “Wait- what do you mean-?”

Lestrange grabbed Harry by the hair and twisted him so that he was looking Lestrange right in the eye, and Harry connected the dots. Legilimency.

Absolutely not. Harry would not allow Lestrange of all people to find out his past, his secrets, and- perhaps most damningly of all- his deeper feelings for Tom. He shut his eyes, refusing to co-operate.

“You love him,” Lestrange whispered, and Harry’s heart sank. Of course, in trying to not think about it, he had thought about it. Stupid. Foolish. Weak, as Tom would say, were he not downstairs most likely forging connections through tipsy flirting. “You love him,” Lestrange said again, angrier, and tightened his grip painfully on Harry’s hair.

Harry would have borne that pain a thousand times over, though, if it prevented what came next.

Tom Riddle’s cold, taut voice pierced the dorm. “It’s rude to play with things that don’t belong to you.”

It was the only warning Lestrange got before receiving a stunner to the face, yanking him away from Harry and causing Harry to cry out- a sound which he did attempt to muffle, though he knew Tom heard it anyway. Harry picked up his glasses from where they’d fallen out of Lestrange’s hand, put them on, and stood.

He didn’t want to look at Tom’s face. He did anyway.

“You love me,” Tom stated, his expression indecipherable. Harry couldn’t read Tom’s aura either, dangerous and seductive and intoxicating as it always was.

Would Tom denounce him, call him out on what Tom perceived as a weakness? Harry believed that love wasn’t a weakness at all, but he couldn’t take it if Tom’s condemnation was as harsh as he feared. Harry swallowed.

“Don’t hate me,” he whispered after an age of silence.

Tom’s steps towards him were cautious, unnaturally so. Harry felt a stinging in his eyes despite himself which he blamed on the alcohol, and when the first tear spilled over Tom was inches from him.

“Are you so afraid of me?” Tom murmured, catching the tear with his thumb on Harry’s cheek.

“Not of you,” Harry protested quietly, forcing himself to breathe. He could fight Tom on every battlefield except this one. Now he was only awaiting judgement.

“You should be afraid of me,” Tom said, but his voice held neither malice nor any other kind of danger. “I will hurt you. I will own you and I will wear you thin. We will disagree, like we always do. It will hurt you more.”

Harry nodded. His scalp hurt. “I know.”

Tom leaned into him, his lips brushing Harry’s cheek so faintly so that Tom could whisper into his ear. “I will prize you. I will give you the world, and I will keep you by my side. Forever.”

Harry’s eyes had closed of their own accord, and somewhere along the line Tom had come to grasp Harry’s waist as if enclosing him away from the rest of the world. “I know.”

Tom whispered a spell, and Harry opened his eyes just in time to see Lestrange’s unconscious body flung out of the door, which locked behind him. When Tom pulled back, he was wearing a ghost of a smirk, closer to the Tom Harry was used to. His grip on Harry had intensified, not painfully, but enough for Harry to be certain that Tom had not condemned him at all.

“I think we should spend the rest of the party in here, don’t you?” Tom purred, leaning in again to tease him with light barely-there kisses along his jaw.

It was only because Tom couldn’t see his face that Harry gathered the courage to ask, “Tom, if you ever do, er… love me back…” he reddened, rushing onwards as Tom slowly stilled. “Feel free to, you know, tell me. If that happens. So I know where we are.”

Tom hummed, raising his head so that he could look Harry in the eyes, his expression practically fond.

“But Harry… I just did.” 

send me a pairing and a sentence?

  • Supernatural: So do you guys have anything planned for tomorrow?
  • Sherlock: Nope.
  • Doctor Who: Nope.
  • Homestuck: Oh no...
  • Supernatural: What?
  • Hetalia: .....*Eyes are wide open*
  • Supernatural: What's wrong?
  • Hetalia: *smiles*
  • Sherlock: .....
  • Doctor Who: ...What is going on?
  • Homestuck: Oh geez...
  • Hetalia: OLYMPIIIICS! WOOOOOH! *runs to his room and comes back with flags* SO EXCITED! *gives everyone flags* HERE YOU GUYS GO!
  • Supernatural: Wait what? Why...*gets a flag* It's just the Olympics...
  • Homestuck: You're no fun. *Waves flag in his face*
  • Hetalia: W-what did you say....? *looks at Supernatural*
  • Supernatural: I said it's just the Olympics. Nothing to special.
  • Hetalia: B-but...*looks at the ground* I-it's fun....T-the countries come together...n-no fighting or anything...*sniffs*
  • Supernatural: I-I...
  • Homestuck: Oh look you made him cry.
  • Hetalia: *rest head on Homestuck*
  • Supernatural: I...I didn't mean to...I'm sorry Hetalia...we could watch the Olympics.
  • Hetalia: *smiles* Yay thanks! *hugs Supernatural* THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME!

It’s @diminuel‘s Naga!verse again!

@bella-monoxide asked for “… Dean’s feathery tail tuff secretly flirts up on Cas …” and then this happened.

I feel like they’re at a super serious political function and Dean is trying to lighten the mood. Turns out Cas is ticklish. Also, when he gets shocked his feathers floof up, and it’s hard to get them to settle down again, which Dean finds adorable and hilarious.

anonymous asked:

What would the bros do if their S/O (with a Dandere like personality) would ask them, if they would like to take a bath with her? She wouldn't be that embarrassed but would the bros be? Idk maybe they started dating a few days ago xD (I'm sorry! I hope you understood what I was trying to say >,< Love your blog btw!)

OH LOL nah i gotcha! i did have to google what dandere meant though oh my god i swear im Hip & With The Kids Slang

Noctis: He chokes on his spit at their sudden suggestion and has to stop and cough for a few minutes before resorting to messing up his hair as a tension reliever. “U-Uh… don’t you think that’s a little… sudden? I mean, it hasn’t even been that long since we started… um…” His face is very much flushed and his partner might even try to take back the suggestion, to which he bursts out, “No! No, I mean… I… I will… if you really want to.”

Ignis: It would be incredibly difficult to catch the slight blush that creeps up to his cheeks, and he simply coughs and pushes up his glasses. “…I believe it may be too soon for the two of us to engage in such… personal activities. I will, however, ready the bath, towels, and clothing, if you wish.” The way he says it, you wouldn’t even be able to tell he was declining out of shyness.

Gladio: He just blinks. “A bath? You wanna go in together?” Gladio would be surprised at their request, but definitely not in a bad way. If anything, it makes him happy that they feel comfortable around him enough to ask so soon after they just started dating. “I don’t mind, but are you sure the both of us will fit?” he teases. He’s not too flustered at the whole thing and probably tickles them while they’re in the tub. 

Prompto: “H-Huh?!” his jaw drops open and he flares up completely red. “W-Wait, wait wait wait, a bath? Like, with bubbles? You? And me? In the same tub? Are you… are you feeling okay?!” Honestly, he wants to go in with them, he really does, but he knows he won’t be able to control himself if he sees them naked and has to sit in a tub with them. “I… I can’t! It’s too soon! Take a guy out for dinner first, why don’t ya?!” 

anonymous asked:

"Look, I'm sorry that I accidentally pushed you from an airplane"

You crossed your arms and walked throughout the base with anger on your face. “What’s got you so upset today?” Tony chuckled and took a sip of coffee.

You rolled your eyes. “Ask Peter,” You scoffed.

Tony refrained from laughing when he saw Peter walk in with a big smile on his face, Steve following right behind him. “Peter, what did you do to make (Y/N) so upset?”

“I honestly don’t even know! I was just helping!” Peter defended himself. “Hey, they were freaking out and decided they weren’t going to do it, so I decided to help by giving (Y/N) a little push.”

Steve tried to not laugh as well. “Literally.”

You turned around quickly to shoot glares at the two. “I’m not friends with either of yo anymore.”

“Look,” Peter started, catching your attention. “I’m sorry that I accidentally pushed you from an airplane,” Peter apologized.

“Accidentally?” You raised your eyebrow and threw your hands in the air. 

Peter forced his smile to go away. “I was just trying to help you get over your fear of sky diving. Steve said he used to have to do it all the time for missions…so we needed to get-”

“I know what he said!” You yelled and stormed out. “And I’m never doing it again!”

no more please, just finishing what I have!