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Human Beast (Adam's) Beast-like Qualities Head Cannon's that nobody asked for:

-sexy animalistic growls 👀👀
-he is Hairy™
-like literally all.the.body.hair.
-he can grow facial hair really fast too and has to trim it every day but he usually keeps it decently long because Belle likes it.
-he has to pluck his eyebrows too or he would have an adorable unibrow.
-he’s got that sixth sense that animals have like he knows when something is wrong or something is coming.
-POWERFUL LOVER 😳😳😳
-he can talk to animals like every other Disney princess…
-he sometimes whimpers when he is sad or afraid like a little puppy.
-he’s very territorial. He doesn’t like strangers coming into his house so if Belle makes a new friend she usually plans out fun places for them to meet up the first few times instead of coming to the castle.
-he’s not rude about it or anything, but Belle can tell that it makes him uncomfortable seeing someone that he doesn’t know within his private space.
-and when they have balls people are given strict guidelines of where they can and cannot go.
-He likes to be scratched on the back of his neck and behind his ears.
-he doesn’t like thunder very much.
-he’s very physically strong and just all around athletically talented, he can run really fast and jump really far (not like superhumanly or anything just…better than most people.)
-he sleeps really late into the day during the winter months and Belle sometimes has a hard time getting him out of bed when it’s too cold outside.
-he’s thinking about becoming a vegetarian.

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this was supposed to be a shallura tangled au but this isnt even in the actual movie lmao

anyway, allura grew up with magical growing hair that glows different colors depending on her mood, and lived in a tower since she was young till an escapee climbed into her tower to hide

bonus klance (this au probs only have side klance tho lol):

cant believe how dumb they are that person is literally just next to you–

Daddy?

lol at the title i’m so sorry but like i couldn’t resist LOL sry if this is a giant vacuole of shit, but like the lil idea popped into my head, and so instead of requesting it from someone else, I thought i’d give a go at writing. But as you all probs know… i’m a double science major so i can’t write worth shat… lawls. anyways, idk why i can’t do anything without rambling. Enjoy this. It gave me a good chuckle.

word count: idk… a lot? 


You wake up early this morning from the urgent sense to throw up. You try to be as discreet and quiet as possible so you don’t wake your snoozing husband, Shawn, who is laying in the bed next to you, but your old New York City apartment squeaks if you breathe the wrong way.

You ditch any effort of silence, though, when you feel the puke coming on, and within a matter of seconds you are hunched over the toilet bowl. As you are hurling your guts out, you feel a warm hand settle on your back and another move the baby hairs out of your face that have fallen out of your sleepy bun. 

When you can’t puke anymore, you sit there almost draped over the toilet with your forehead resting on the seat. You never get sick like this. You haven’t puked since your freshman year of Uni, and that was only the result of an excessive amount of alcohol consumed during that infamous Delta Sig Frat party. 

“Baby, are you okay? You don’t feel fevered or anything. Do you think you have food poisoning?” Shawn asks you after a few minutes when he decides you’re probably not going to throw up anymore. 

“I don’t know, we didn’t eat anything weird for dinner last night. I don’t know what it could be.” You reply back, looking at the concern in his honey brown eyes. You get up off the floor and move to the sink to brush your teeth to try and get the horrible after taste out of your mouth.

In the middle of rinsing out your mouth, you start counting on your fingers after a thought pops into your head. 

You’re late. 

You drop the toothbrush in its holder and run to your closet trying to find some yoga pants and a t shirt to throw on.

“Babe, what… where are you going?” Shawn asks, following you back into the bedroom. 

“I’m late” is all you say over and over again. You can’t find a t shirt of your own, so you hop over the bed to Shawn’s closet. You grab your favorite t shirt of his– the grey one with the Hogwarts crest on it– and his maroon hoodie that he swears you wear more than he does, and throw them on over some yoga pants, putting on your adidas sneakers right after. 

“Hon, late for what? It’s Saturday.” He says, coming up to you and placing both of his hands on your shoulders to stop you from racing around the room like a maniac. 

You stop moving at his touch and look right into his eyes, “I’m late, Shawn. I’m two weeks late.”

His eyes widen with surprise and his lips form an “O”. 

“So..are you…does this mean…” He stutters, trying to form a coherent thought, but the idea of being a dad swirling around in his head is keeping him from being able to process.

“I don’t know… maybe? I gotta… i gotta go to the drugstore. Get a pregnancy test or something, right?” 

You’re just as baffled as him. You’re both at the peak of your careers right now,  so you never chanced unprotected sex. You’re about to graduate medical school and he is just three months away from releasing his fifth album.The thought of being parents was always super exciting and something the both of you wanted to do, but it always seemed so far into the future. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant now.


You return from the store about an hour later with 6 pregnancy tests (”I didn’t know what kind to get or what brand to get or what would be the most accurate or really anything about pregnancy tests or pregnancy in general because i’m only 24!”) and run into the bathroom so that you can take them. You pick the first one out of the bag and rip it open. As you’re peeing on the little stick, all you can think is “Please God, don’t let it be positive. Don’t let it be positive.”

Shawn keeps knocking on the door trying to get you to let him in, but you can’t. You can’t have him in here if you find out that you’re about to stall his career with a baby. 

The timer on your phone rings signaling that the test is done, but you don’t even flinch. Shawn hears the sound through the door and starts knocking again. 

“Y/n, please, I need to be in there with you. This isn’t just you. I’m the… I’m the dad.” He says softly through the door. You take a deep breath in and out. He’s right. This is happening to the both of you, not just to you. You decide to let him in before  you look at the results. 

At your first little jiggle of the handle to unlock the door, Shawn practically knocks it down trying to get in as fast as possible. He sees the little white stick sitting on the counter face down and instantly freezes. 

“Have you looked at it yet?” He asks, not breaking his fixed stare at the test. 

“I can’t. You have to. I can’t.” He looks at you with nervous eyes and walks over to the test, picking it up and flipping it over to look at the results.

You stare at his face anxiously awaiting to read his expression for signs of relief or regret, but his face stays expressionless.

“Y/N,” He starts, looking right at you.

“Yeah…” You reply nervously, eyes fixed on the test in his hands.

“I don’t know how to read one of these things.” He says, and a smile forms on his lips. You let out a shorty chuckle and smack your palm to your forehead. 

“Damn, way to ruin a dramatic moment, babe” You say, but on the inside you’re glad that he found a way to lighten the mood. This is one of the many reasons why you’re absolutely certain that you married the right guy.  The nerves evaporate from your body, and you start to get a little excited at the thought of having a baby with Shawn. 

With this new feeling of reassurance, you take the stick from out of his hands and flip it over, knowing that if you drag out the process of discovering if you’re about to become a mom any longer you will actually explode. 

You read the results on the stick and let out a breath that you didn’t realize you had been holding in and your stomach drops. 

“So, does this mean I get to call you ‘Daddy’ now?” You say with a smile forming on your face. 

Shawn’s eyes widen and he lets out a huge laugh before pulling you into a big hug. You wrap your arms around his neck and you feel yourself lifted of the ground. He spins you around before setting you back gently on the ground once he remembers that there’s now a baby in your tummy. His baby

He drops down to his knees and presses his ear to your stomach as if he could actually hear the baby inside of you. Then, you start to hear a barely audible whisper saying “Hi, baby, I’m your dad. Me and your mom love you. We’re gonna love you and hold you and protect you forever. I can’t believe I’m actually your dad.”

You feel a few tears spill over down your cheeks, and one drops onto one of Shawn’s hands. He looks up at you with the biggest smile on his face that you have ever seen. He stands back up slowly and gently grabs your face. He leans in and kisses away the few tears on your cheeks, then your forehead, and down to the tip of your nose, finally pressing his soft lips agains yours. 

“You’re going to be the best dad.” You say once you break apart from him. 

“I love you so much.” He tells you, looking deep into your eyes before pulling you back in for another kiss. 



a/n: I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO END IT I’M SORRY IF ITS TERRIBLE AJSRKJANSLJNA OK BYE

people can say whatever they want about larries but in the end of the day it wont change how much they deeply adore louis and harry and you can see it from even the simplest things like the tags they put when they reblog from us and i creep and read them like yeah ive seen some cute ones for louis and harry separately (ive been running this blog for almost 3 years now ive read them all lol) but for some reason reading the tags people post for louis and harry are so damn cute and so so so pure i just i literally want to hug every single one of you lol its always in this like adoring almost motherly tone when i read the tags like very proud like, “yes these two grown men are my babies, they are in love hello yes look at them ima reblog them for you guys can see my beautiful babies” anyways this is really random but idk i was reading some tags and i just i love you guys, im so glad louis and harry have such a amazing, loving, support system nomatter what people may say or think or whatever may be going on around them currently it will never change the fact that you guys love them so damn much and all you want is for them to be happy and feel loved and since you cant tell them you have these blogs, tags, etc. showing everyone else how much you love them and thats beautiful.

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April ‘17; Spring has sprung and I’m loving all this nice weather we’ve been having recently. Got inventive with a leftover postcard Paperchase sent me and took some nice pictures of flowers I came across last week.

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So, I got a 3DS and Animal Crossing New Leaf recently, and OF COURSE I had to make those jackets.

They’re far from perfect lol, it’s the first time I got such a wide array of possibilities for clothes (yeah, I spent my childhood on Wild World), but I’m still pretty happy with those, I did my best to make them the closest possible to the canon jackets.

There’s probably tons of better made designs currently lol, but if you like those feel free to use them ! (and link to me if anyone else is interested :’) )

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Sleepovers with Kim Taehyung ♚♛ ||Masterlist||Aesthetics 


Sleepovers with Kim Taehyung would include:

♚ Skin ship, lots and lots of it.

♚ Kisses, all over your face, your lips, all over you.

♚ Giggles, and tons of smiles. His beautifully breath taking smile present at most times, he would be in his comfort zone, with the one he loves.

♚ Just lay in bed gazing in each others eyes, while slowly caressing hands.

♚ Falling asleep in his arms, and him never letting go, cause the warmth is all the bodies seek.

♚ Him being lazy in the mornings, and you have to drag him out of bed.

♚ Taking pictures of him while he sleeps because he just looks adorable.

♚ Constantly combing his hair with your fingers, and he’d love it.

♚ Him falling asleep on your lap while you caress him.

♚ “Babe, i’m hungry”

♚ “Let’s order something.”

♚ Lots of late night snacks.

♚ Him tickling you just to hear your laugh.

♚ “You need to wake up early, you should go to sleep.”

♚ “How can i do that, when your beauty is so distracting?”

♚ Blushing.

♚ Caressing each others face.

♚ More kisses, and skin ship.

♚ “I love you Tae, sleep tight”

♚ “I love you too baby, sweet dreams.”


| Jimin |  Jungkook | Hoseok | Namjoom | Yoongi | Seokjin | soon

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so i was tagged by @sunburntkeith to make a mood board with only pics i had in my gallery…..its kinda scary how accurate this represents me

anyway, i tag @the-jade-dragon @cicqda @tinathemagescholar @sonyodan @xplisetsky @gallifreyanphd @kotaplez @reyshairbun @erwinisbi @drowsydragon @wallfloore @levisgay @sharpshter @starryseeds and anyoneeee else that even read this lol

Temperature play could be quite the ‘thing’ in Loki fandom i think (Loki + anyone), because Loki is Jotun and lots of fics I see involving Loki have him playing with and enjoying ice and stuff and loving cold weather and I like those, but no

My more realistic headcanon is that Loki would want the opposite. He hates that he’s a frost giant. I see him trying to purposely vocalize that he enjoys Asgard’s heat, and Midgard’s heat when he’s there (even if it’s a lie and it tires him out, if that’s the trope you’re going for, that his genetics make him predisposed to cold. He’d still deny it). But he wants everyone to give him heat, catch him enjoying the sun. He’s constantly trying to chase away the cold because he wants to insist he isn’t a being of ice, not by will–he didn’t want to be Jotun. He has trouble with the concept of 'frost’ being part of his identity. He associates cold with 'monster’. He’d deny his true heritage to it’s very core.

Give me Loki who loves fire, who wants warmth even if it’s uncomfortable (it’s convenient how 'warm’ Thor is to him). Give me a Loki that wishes he could embody the summer, an explosion, an inferno rather than face his freezing roots. I think having Loki accept his natural abilities and origins and liking the 'cold’ would take AGES for him to commit to. That’s why I don’t think we’ll ever see Jotun!Loki again in films (even though I like to wish otherwise) He’d try to defy his own body no matter what. ~